The Hound of Keldabe
Location: Above Ord Radama
Objective: Conquest
Post Count: 1/20
The mandalorian fleet held a tight siege over Ord Radama after they made short work of the planet's orbital defense force. They have held the line for three days as Field Marshal Strider Garon delivered his demands to the citizens and governments of the planet below. Jokes were made that Garon was after this planet for its mass vineyards and wine production. Truth of it was that the hound of keldabe was a conqueror in need of conquest. Like a blade to wet stone, the old warrior needed combat to keep from dulling and this planet was just as good as any to satisfy his blood-lust.
The first day that the mandalorians showed up and after the defeat of the Ord Radamians fleet the old man sent a direct message VIA holonet to the planet. He gave Ord Radama 24 hours to surrender peacefully and none shall be harmed. The planet would pay homage to Mand'alor and full under the mandalorian sphere of control in the galactic grand scheme of things. Unfortunate for them, they refused such a deal.
On the second day Strider would send a new set of demands to the planet. Actually it was more of a fact reading then a demand. If they they surrendered now, only their leaders shall die and a portion of their fighting age populace would be pressed into service of the Red Legion along with the expected homage they would have to pay to Mand'alor. Once again the people of Ord Radama would not listen to reason and refused this generous offer.
Today was the third day of the siege. Field Marshal Garon was mounted upon his Basilisk war droid that was mag locked in the capital ship's drop bay. He was fully clad in his beskar'gam complete with his vacuum sealed jumpsuit as an under layer. The old man would look all about the bay, noticing a mirror image of hundreds of Mando'ade mounted on the mechanical beasts of war. The view reminded Strider of holovids that depicted medieval combat where knights wore heavy armor and road at the enemy by horse back in legendary charges.
There was no demands given to the people of Ord Radama. There was only a single promise of absolute violence. Strider was a man of war, a veteran of decades of battle and knew that such campaigns were cruel but the crueler it was the faster it was over. And if one made an example of a large populace area such as a capital city, New Raido, then the rest of the planet would fall in line out of fear. If an army and its commander became infamous with such savage tactics, then soon planets would surrender prior to their arrival. Fear was a grand tool if used right. Psychological warfare was just as important as the physical aspect.
"Your orders?" A fellow rally master questioned. They all had been briefed that they were going to hit New Raido hard but he needed to hear it from their Field Marshal's own lips on the exact details.,
"Kill them all!' The hound of keldab's deep resonating tone came out in a growl. Today was going to be a red day. Now, imperials would of used orbital bombardment to obliterate such insubordinate populace. But Strider wanted to make a point of that the Mandalorians were not lazy in the blood letting. Such a message would strike fear into the galaxy, stories would garnish infamy with exaggerations and truths spilling from survivors. "if possible spare the women and children. They would be easier to subdue once the fighters have been eliminated"
The doors opened in front of them and the air was sucked out of the drop bay, scattering crystals of frozen vapor across Strider's path. He could not describe what it felt like to look directly down at a world as you prepared to free fall continuously as you circle it, with barely fifteen centimeters of armor plate protecting you. He could only smile for this was what he lived for. Then magnetic locks disengaged on his droid and he plunged out of the drop bay towards the battle that waited below.
Objective: Conquest
Post Count: 1/20
The mandalorian fleet held a tight siege over Ord Radama after they made short work of the planet's orbital defense force. They have held the line for three days as Field Marshal Strider Garon delivered his demands to the citizens and governments of the planet below. Jokes were made that Garon was after this planet for its mass vineyards and wine production. Truth of it was that the hound of keldabe was a conqueror in need of conquest. Like a blade to wet stone, the old warrior needed combat to keep from dulling and this planet was just as good as any to satisfy his blood-lust.
The first day that the mandalorians showed up and after the defeat of the Ord Radamians fleet the old man sent a direct message VIA holonet to the planet. He gave Ord Radama 24 hours to surrender peacefully and none shall be harmed. The planet would pay homage to Mand'alor and full under the mandalorian sphere of control in the galactic grand scheme of things. Unfortunate for them, they refused such a deal.
On the second day Strider would send a new set of demands to the planet. Actually it was more of a fact reading then a demand. If they they surrendered now, only their leaders shall die and a portion of their fighting age populace would be pressed into service of the Red Legion along with the expected homage they would have to pay to Mand'alor. Once again the people of Ord Radama would not listen to reason and refused this generous offer.
Today was the third day of the siege. Field Marshal Garon was mounted upon his Basilisk war droid that was mag locked in the capital ship's drop bay. He was fully clad in his beskar'gam complete with his vacuum sealed jumpsuit as an under layer. The old man would look all about the bay, noticing a mirror image of hundreds of Mando'ade mounted on the mechanical beasts of war. The view reminded Strider of holovids that depicted medieval combat where knights wore heavy armor and road at the enemy by horse back in legendary charges.
There was no demands given to the people of Ord Radama. There was only a single promise of absolute violence. Strider was a man of war, a veteran of decades of battle and knew that such campaigns were cruel but the crueler it was the faster it was over. And if one made an example of a large populace area such as a capital city, New Raido, then the rest of the planet would fall in line out of fear. If an army and its commander became infamous with such savage tactics, then soon planets would surrender prior to their arrival. Fear was a grand tool if used right. Psychological warfare was just as important as the physical aspect.
"Your orders?" A fellow rally master questioned. They all had been briefed that they were going to hit New Raido hard but he needed to hear it from their Field Marshal's own lips on the exact details.,
"Kill them all!' The hound of keldab's deep resonating tone came out in a growl. Today was going to be a red day. Now, imperials would of used orbital bombardment to obliterate such insubordinate populace. But Strider wanted to make a point of that the Mandalorians were not lazy in the blood letting. Such a message would strike fear into the galaxy, stories would garnish infamy with exaggerations and truths spilling from survivors. "if possible spare the women and children. They would be easier to subdue once the fighters have been eliminated"
The doors opened in front of them and the air was sucked out of the drop bay, scattering crystals of frozen vapor across Strider's path. He could not describe what it felt like to look directly down at a world as you prepared to free fall continuously as you circle it, with barely fifteen centimeters of armor plate protecting you. He could only smile for this was what he lived for. Then magnetic locks disengaged on his droid and he plunged out of the drop bay towards the battle that waited below.
