There is rain now.. pelting down upon the courtyard in front of the high mountain fastness of the Crucible. The cold air and downpour seeming to add to the solemnity of the occasion. The area, lit only now by lights placed strategically throughout, showcases a large platform. Erected specifically for the event.
Word had traveled quickly throughout the streets of Ravelin.. Diarch Reign, who had not been seen in some weeks, was to make an appearance. Although he would not be coming alone. Upon the otherwise empty platform kneeled three figures, two in Mandalorian Beskar.. and the third in the uniform of a Diarchy officer.
News of the clash on Vexis had spread like wildfire throughout Diarchy space. Calls for blood and vengeance were upon every citizen's lips.. then came the news of further clashes, on far off worlds, and the citizens of the Diarchy knew it was only a matter of time before war was fully waged. Yet they knew, the Diarchy had withstood empires, outlasted petty warlords and those who would subjugate the weak.
Today was no different. There was a hush upon the crowd as Reign stepped onto the stage. Gone was the long blonde hair, burned in a clash he did not speak of. In its place, his hair was cut short along the sides, swept back from his face in a picture of both military might, and diplomatic regality. Yet the starkest change was in his eyes. The warmth and subtle sadness had been replaced with fire and resolve.
The Diarch strode across the stage, the great sword "Bladefather" strapped across his back. The cold fury of his gaze leveled at the prisoners before him.
"These men here, stand convicted of the violence upon Vexis station that took the lives of two innocent children, and plunged our sector of the galaxy in to war."
There would be no trial, all three of these people were pulled from the rubble of the station, and brought to the Diarchs directly to atone for their crimes. All three of them made no move to protest, made no pleas for their lives. A subtle yet disturbing reminder of the similarities between the two people that now found themselves at war...
As the Diarch unsheathed the great sword from it's resting place he spoke again.
"Let it be known, that whomever shall bring harm to the innocent of the galaxy.. whoever shall disturb the peace the Diarchy exists to bring.. shall find themselves on their knees, at the end of my sword"
The intent was clear, neither friend nor foe would be spared the Diarch's judgement..
"To the Mandalorian Empire.. letting a bruised ego spiral into conflict that caused the death of children.. Let this public display be our official call to war. No more shall the galaxy be subjected to the whims of warmongers"
And with that, the Diarch brought the sword down on the neck of the first commando, severing the head from its torso.
"Let the Galaxy know! The Diarchy will not rest until Order, and Peace, have come to the galaxy. You may hide behind your suits of armor, beneath the drums of war you will come to know a new sensation... you will know fear"
Reign brought the sword down a second time, ending the next commando's life.
"And to those Zealots out there.. using the name of the Diarchy to insight chaos.. there is no sanctuary for you either. Those who would use the name of our great people.. to insight violence that leads to the loss of innocent life, there is no chance at redemption.. the only way forward.. is death"
Bringing the sword down a final time, the Diarch put an end to the zealot.. sheathing the blade and walking off the stage to no pomp or fanfare. For the Diarch was there to do a job..
those who pass the judgement.. must swing the sword
He thought to himself as he disappeared into the mountainside.
