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As the ashes of Lothal yet burn hot the Titan's gaze turns back upon his own kind.
For those of doubt and ignorance still remain,
and the great victory of the Fleet of Divine Brutality remains unclaimed

a message reaches out across the territories of the Bryn'adûl.
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As the visualisation of the Chieftain manifested from threads of red light; sitting upon a mound of rubble, his immediate surroundings became visible. Corpses of all kinds were littered among cracked roads and crumbled buildings. The spires of Lothals' capitol engulfed in fire in the distance, the cores of the fires were a delicate golden. Tathra's back turned to the dying city. War Beasts flew overhead, joining the capital ships above, roaring as they went. Echoes like old whales returning home, reverberating through the red-threaded visual.

Opaque gold eyes stared into the stone from which the transmission was originating from. For the disbelievers, the doubters and those frenzies with the thoughts of an inquisition to replace him - those eyes burned through the shades of crimson harnessing the sheer force of a whole screaming world on fire. That was what this meant for him, every single square foot of ground taken. It was validation, there was no command but his. He was the Draelvasier.

He rose, needling the Axe into the ground - its blade digging into the duracrete as it stood upright alone.


"Today my brethren, marks a great victory for us. The Concords borders are broken, Yurb's sands glassed. The Sith's forces are scattered, hunted across fourteen systems. They are defeated - by me." The Titan began, arms wide with open palmed paws outstretched. Gilded crimson skin reflecting the charred city that surrounded him.

"I wish I could tell you it was difficult, but it wasn't." Those massive arms falling by his side, eyes visibly shifting to look his audience in the eye, a prideful grin stretching across; revealing his thick, pincer like teeth.

"Our truth spreads and our power grows! The Galaxy, turmoil engulfs those who thought to stop us. They cannot. Those who doubted, who sought to usurp and weaken our unity - they cannot!" He stepped closer to the stone, the breadth of shoulder to shoulder entirely encompassing the view of the transmission.

"Those of true strength, of loyalty and unity. You will be rewarded. Those worthy of leading the Drael into a new age, will be given the tools to do so. The age of Warlords, begins now."


- Transmission Ends -

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