Together, As One. [ Brotherhood Field Trip to Mandalore ]

[Darth Metus]

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B R O T H E R H O O D​

HYPERSPACE
En Route to Mandalore

The footage was...frustrating.

From what the Dark Lord described, every effort had been made in order to bridge the gap between Mandalore and the Sith. Support, public and covert, was offered at regular intervals; and He once thought that an accord had been reached. In fact, the presence of the reigning Mand'alor alongside the Resurgent Empire had all but cemented the Dark Lord's opinion: the Mandalorians and various Sith were on excellent terms. But then...a stray piece of information made its way across the HoloNet. A report from Ascendancy space that a bank had been assaulted by very distinct adversaries. T-Visor. Exceptional prowess. Excessive force. These were Mandalorians. Coordinated Mandalorians. And...they came out of nowhere.

Which led the local Mandalorian expert, [member="Darth Metus"], to suspect a Raid.

Now, for the majority of Sith, Mandalorian tactics were a foreign entity. Yet for one bred and molded by their culture? This stunk of a standard Sneak, Smash, and Steal. And so, based upon the damages, the bank footage, and the aforementioned analysis, it was high time a trip to Mandalore was undertaken. The Dark Lord rose his banner and to his side flocked the Brotherhood. Gone were the days of ambitious Sith groups fending for themselves. All would stand together. Mandalore would be made to learn this truth. Thus, as the congregation of Sith vessels cut through the depths of Hyperspace was a message sent. It did not warn of the coming storm, but rather made a very tame and cordial request.

That the heads of those who had assaulted the Sith be severed and mounted on pikes.

Only this would preserve the alliance long-strived for by the Sith. Only this would appease the bloodlust that burned within the Brotherhood and the Ascendancy.

Mandalore had few precious minutes to respond.

[member="Kad Tor"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

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[Darth Interitus]

Interitus had stopped his business with his Political machinations to participate in the visit to Mandalore. As the Voice of the Dark Lord he was aboard the Dark Lord's flagship, his Voice would always be at the Dark Lord's side, even though Interitus's specialty was one of manipulation and Political intrigue, but Interitus was not afraid to get his hands dirty especially against any threat to the Sith.

He sat amongst his seat on the bridge, which was a far seat in the back observing the crew work on their consoles. He doubted that politics would work, and so would be prepared to draw out his saber if he had too. The thought of facing Mandalorians interested him, and so he sat silently in his chair meditating on the dark side, his simmering rage beneath the calm demeanor gave him strength and he was all the more eager to reach their destination.

He did not know what to expect, whether he would be facing against full on warriors, or he would be dealing his hand in diplomacy. All he would know was to expect the unexpected and let the Force guide him.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

In times like these, the Sith had to stand together.

This was the exact reason Kaalia was determined to stand by the Brotherhood and the Ascendency today. To ensure that their kind would once more be feared, to become the ones nobody even dared to cross. It was the foundation of one's freedom. And freedom, that was what she fought for. The Mandalorians would quickly learn that they had chosen the wrong battle. They would pay for what they had done. She would kill every last one of them if she had to.

She had worked with the Ascendency before, to aid in securing their foothold on Kalee alongside her Sith teacher [member="Krest"] some time ago. She was glad to do so again and this time in name of the Brotherhood. The Valkyrie doubted there would be many who were worthy of seeing the truth on Mandalore, but that was her calling regardless. Those who were weak in the Force were to be culled. The strong were to be brought to follow the ways of the Sith or meet the same fate as the weak. It was her duty ever since she had found the ruined temple of the ancient Valkyries of the Sith. The woman was one of the people who had brought the group back to life, to once more spread the knowledge of the Sith. Today would be a day of victory, no matter what.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Space above Mandalore, The Eldritch

Abyss was not one to blindly follow the call of the newest band of sith that foolishly believed themselves strong enough to defy the ages despite the obvious shortcomings of their kind documented in history. In his comparable short existence he had seen mighty empires rise and fall as steadily as the tides, and he long was freed from the illusion of eternal glory that each new one projected to the galaxy. The only reason why he had answered the call at all was not the group of sith that had gathered to attack, but their target. In his opinion the current generation of sith was far to caught up in their hate for a collection of peace loving monks while turning a blind eye to various other, greater threats then the fragile idea of the light. The Mandalorians were one of the most dangerous factions to ever exist, skilled, ruthless and undeniably brilliant warriors that other then the jedi had no restraint when it came to winning a battle.

The bane of the Black Sea, the Eldritch, Abyss personal command ship waited silently behind the vessel of the dark lord, hidden below shadows and darkness until nothing of it remained but a wretched whisper in the force. On top of the cursed ship, at the highest point of the pyramid that made up the main body of the vessel, was a place of arcane wisdom, the personal study of the Mindeater dubbed "The Entropy Chamber". With artificial gravity disabled and the power of the Prophet lingering over it the room mirrored its name to perfection. Books, artifacts, weapons, scrolls and various other trinkets orbited around the wooden mask of the dark entity which was resting steadily in the air, the anarchic metal crown towering above it.

The Brotherhood had not yet called for an all out war against the warrior clans, but Abyss all seeing eye could see further than just the short glimpse of the present. In the force the drums of war had already begun to beat in their twisted rhythm, and the fog of blood and death had grown thicker on the horizon of the future. He didn't even needed his prophetic gift to know what was about to come. Other than the little insects that plagued the galaxy the Mandalorians lacked the fear and terror commonly associated with the lords that commanded the full extend of the dark side. Mandalore executing their own on behalf of the sith was like a call for civil war, and even if the general populace would agree there still would be violence and unrest in the following fallout. That meant that this day would most likely end with a ages old tradition: Bloodshed between the Sith and the Mandalorians.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Darth Interitus"] [member="Echo of the Brotherhood"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal was still working on repairing his homeworld. No, it wasn't what he wanted while his brothers were out fighting and bringing in for their needs, but he was probably the only one in their company who held a master's degree in engineering. Did that mean he was just going to sit on his hands and build hospitals and high rises? Of course not. He was a business man, and one who was running a mercenary company.

He looked out his office window at his troops drilling in the common yards. These were new shock troopers, but hardly new to warfare. Beyond them, he could see Hellstorms, Grinders, Icaruses, AT-LRAs, and new AT-AVW's practicing the new formations he had shapped up. To his left, target practice with the Alpha Company, and past that, grunt troopers were finding their way through the obstical courses. Drilling makes perfect. Ardgal was a cyborg who believed that practice made perfect, more than anything else. It made perfection the raw grain of natural talent. And with the planet still recovering from the massive aftermath of a doomsday level event, it was all that more important for someone to give to make a standing army.

Ardgal pulled himself back to his desk, looking away from his window once more, to the blue prints and paperwork. He picked up one of the blue prints submitted by one of the local contracting companies, it was a hospital, one that was specializing in the needs for third degree burns and rehab for trauma. The Gods knew that if anyone needed that, it would be his vode. Accident prone and all. The warrior nudged his chin as he went over the finer details with a critical eye. It paid to be a cyborg off the battlefield too, with an eye for the details, he could catch small things. With a pen he gently circled and noted some of the minor errors.

He sighed, setting the filmsi down. His eye caught a picture of he and [member="Rashae"] on his desk. He smiled, looking it over. He did it all for her. They were growing closer, closer than ever before. Did he want to be stuck behind a desk? Not really. He hated it, but Rashae needed to know that her man could and would come home more nights than not. She needed to know that instead of sleeping in a bunker he could sleep in a bed by her side. This desk work paid better, but it was by far not what he was made for. The comm on his desk chirped for attention, cutting the moment dead in its tracks.

"Raxis, RMIA."

"Ardgal, we're getting initial reports of ships in-bound in hyperspace. They are not registered for pre-cleared cargo or civilian purposes," Virgil said, not wasting time on pleasantries.

"Virgil, this is Mandalore, we aren't exactly know for order or any form of real sustaining bureaucracy here," he said with a slight shrug, "I'm sure there have been twelve in the past hour to come through."

"Not this large, sir. Not this sized."

Ardgal folded several of his papers on his desk, "Alright, I will be right down. Bring the Godkillers and put everyone else on alert."

He opened a drawer on his desk, retrieving his gunbelt and fastening it to his hip, all four pistols loaded and ready. It looked like today could be full of challenges after all.

[member="Darth Abyss"] I [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] I [member="Darth Interitus"] I [member="Echo"] of the Brotherhood​