The War Forges - Shiffrin

[Amelia von Sorenn]

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"And from the fires there shall be draw a blade forged in the tears and blood of those whose lives were given to peace. For the blood of the righteous shall ensure that the flame never dies." ​

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~ Canticle of Fire


There was a time when the Mandalorians were greater than they were now, when even as the Sith held the strings of their puppets they raged across the galaxy. Those Neo-Crusaders tore a swath through the Unknown Regions before turning their gaze upon the Core Worlds. Even now those that lay claim to such a title are splintered, though there is still greatness in those that call themselves Mandalorians.

One of their greatest, a man known as Cassius Fett was the harbinger of war, for upon many worlds there existed the War Forges. Massive citadels whose sole purpose was to churn out the equipment needed to ensure that all new recruits were equipped and ready for war. Armor, weapons, vehicles, anything that came to mind and was needed to pave their path to the Core was created in these citadels.

So why shouldn't the Order have their own? Truly if the Order was to ensure that their own followers who had taken up the mantle of the Righteous Flame were to be capable, they would need their own. The Armingers could only do so much with what little was at hand, though if they were to have a War Forge, the possibilities could be endless.

The world sat at the fringes of space, once under the hand of the Techno Union, now once more it stands alone. The world would be perfect for such an endeavor, for while it was near a well known hyperspace route, it was still far enough away to ensure the secrecy of the Forge. It would be this world that would become the center of the Armingers.

A flash of light, momentarily upon the darkness of the void, then gone just as quickly. A vessel, alone at first slowly moved towards the world, then flashes dotted the void. More of these corvettes dropped from hyperspace, a handful in total converged upon the world.

There she stood upon the bridge of the lead vessel, golden hues upon the prize, a soft smirk across her lips. This was not the only endeavor and all that she sought would come to work in unison to ensure that the Order would rise once more, a burning beacon of light and hope in an otherwise bleak and dark galaxy.