The transmission opens on a man, standing tall, back rigid facing away from the camera. The march of footsteps echoing as if in response to a “hammer’s clang”.
As the man turns around, the face of Diarch Reign is revealed. Green eyes hard, mouth set in a determined line.
“Aelira Vane”
a beat before he continues
“She would be 63 years old now. A mother of three and the owner of a small apothecary near the undercity. She was kind enough to help a small boy after a swoop gang beat him”
What could almost appear to be tears flashed in the man’s eyes.
“Corin Vale.. a kind young man who worked the counter at a sweets shop in the upper levels. Gave two young children their first tart candies.”
The sound of boots grew louder, legions marching could now be heard.
“Maris Kellan, Thessa Rhyl, and Joren Tath. Hard working, honest men and women scraping a living off the hard surface of Taris. Men and women that would give the shirt off their backs to those in need.”
Chants of the soldiers could be faintly heard now, resounding chants of “Vane, Vale, Kellan, Rhyl, and Tath” accompanied the ever lasting sound of boots.
As the eyes of the Diarch narrow, his resolve is painted upon his face.
“The people of Taris have done you no wrong Mand’alor, yet you have given them pain and death. Your actions have a cost, and I will personally educate you on what it is. No matter where you are, no matter how impenetrable you think your fortress is, I will find you, and I will exact payment.”
The man turns away now his next words barely audible over the din of combat preparations.
“You have touched fire Mand’alor. And now you will burn. For Aelira Vane”
