The Fires of Cambria [Open]

[Amelia von Sorenn]

"By their hand they shall raise a sword to pierce the sun​

By their hand an iron shield shall rise to defend the innocent​

By their might let chaos be undone..." ​

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The words echoed within her mind, the woman standing quietly upon the bridge of the corvette. Her hues falling upon the world below. She thought upon them, the simple fact that those words would be needed more now and would ring out across the void. The Galaxy was changed, and if it were for the better or not was yet to be seen. The One Sith; those that had plagued the center of the galaxy for so long were torn from their former holdings. Though they were not the only to fall, as the Mandalorians struck out from the Outer Rim. The Republic that had stood for countless years was once more nothing more than a remnant, swept aside by an ancient enemy reborn.

Slowly she crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her attention upon the world below, that of Cambria. This though was not the ultimate goal, merely a stepping stone. No the prize was that of Tython, a world seeped in lore and history, the ancient home of the Jedaii Order and were those that would become the Sith were exiled from. To hold such a prize would be the ultimate accomplishment for the Order. In order to attain such a goal though would require careful planning and additional followers.

What she had managed to gather was small, though they were those that came when the call was rung out. The Order of the Righteous Flame had been quiet for too long, and in that silence others had come and gone. Now as the One Sith fell and the Core was left to chaos, the darkness was spreading. Yet, there was still a light, a burning flame keeping such darkness at bay.

"Gather our forces. All that we can muster."

"Ma'am?"

"Let it be known that we aim to end the chaos. Bring others to our banner for Tython is our goal."

"Yes Ma'am."

A simple salute was given as the soldier stepped away from her, the woman whose attention remained upon the world below. For a moment though her mind slipped away, thinking of the young woman whom she had relied upon for so long. She wondered just where [member="Fiore de Noir"] could be, or if she would still come to her side. Everything had changed, and it wracked her mind with such emotions that she fought to keep them at bay.

Slightly biting her lip to pull her attention back, she remembered those that had come before. There had been many that had risen up, taking up a banner that represented their own hopes and dreams. There she stood now, commanding a small corvette that lead a small formation. Numbers they lacked, spirit and fire burned within and fueled their hopes and dreams.

She wondered if this is how Tasgetius felt when he stood at the head of the Knights of Kal'Shebbol. If he worried and felt the fear and anxiety in the pit of his stomach. She wondered if he felt the pride and fire that grew within and urged them to do great things. Stepping forward, the woman permitted a soft smirk to cross her lips as she kept her attention focused.

Her voice cut the silence upon the bridge as her arms slipped down, clasping her hands behind her back. Her eyes seeming to flash for a moment as she slowly turned around, the world at her back. Her hues falling upon the bridge crew as she nodded softly.

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"Shadows fall and hope has fled​

Steel your heart, the dawn will come​

The night is long and the path is dark​

Look to the sky for one day soon​

The dawn will come..."​

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn led his people to Cambria. His fleet was a ugly one, with ships varying in all manners of shape and size. Most just being Cargo ships secured through means of piracy. Today he and his war band fought for Freedom. They were mercenaries hired to rip Cambria from The One Sith's dying corpse. His small undisciplined fleet roared past the few planetary defenses still active and landed on Cambria. A few of the ships and there inhabitants were blown to smithereens in the process, but it was worth the risk. First come first serve. The Trandoshans were going to make out with as much loot as they could and that usually meant whoever got there first got the shiniest things. Beside that the Trandoshans had another order, one more subtle then the rest. Slaves. They were to secure as many slaves as they could before the main fleet landed. If they did get caught, who would care? These were Sith scum and despite all there vaunted breaking of invisible chains they would find the Trandoshan's much heavier...

Causstik's ship landed in a small grass field with a large portion of his fleet. Just beyond the Horizon lay a small settlement and One Sith base. Parts of the town were already burning and as Causstik exited his ship he noticed prisoners being loaded aboard Trandoshan cargo ship. The Sharp Tooth war band was truly blessed by the scorekeeper. A young Trandoshan approached him

"Causstik we have secured the out skirts of the town, we will ashkrik!" the young zealot shouted excitedly his blood lust apparent.

"Yes, what of the slaves?" Causstik asked.

"We have taken many! Surely they will fetch a great price, these Sith are ferocious fighters and will do well in the pits!" He said happily.

"Good gather a group of hunters and follow me. Lucumba!" Causstik finished, then made his way towards the battlefield. [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]