Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
Great upheavals had taken place in the Galaxy. The alliance between the Protectorate and the Republic had broken with the incident of Polis Massa, the Jedi had gone on a Crusade to liberate the slaves of Metalorn from the iron grip of the Sith Empire.
Perhaps against her better judgement Siobhan Kerrigan had participated, taking a small force of Omega Pyre volunteers, fighting a gruelling tank battle and then engaged the Sith Master Velok - though she had not known his name at the time - in a duel, coming out on top as the Whiphid fled the battlefield after being subjected to her telekinetic prowess and the power of the bolter, but at a cost.
Bionics limbs had been fried by force lightning, her flesh leg had been stabbed by a spear of midnight black, she had also probably broken something when she was thrust out of her walker's cockpit after a missile forced it to its knees.
Such was the price of glory - or some might say the limits of glory.
The hour was late when the frigate burst out of hyperspace, carrying the task force, after having made a few brief stops along the way following a trek from across half the Galaxy. But even at this hour the industrial town that was Fondor was filled with frentic activity, smoke billowing out of the chimneys of countless factories, workers toiling in the shipyards to create the vessels that had made the Omega Protectorate such a power in the Galaxy.
A power its leaders intended to preserve, but a wind of change was sweeping across the Galaxy and it would take strength to maintain the power and adapt.
Great upheavals had taken place in the Galaxy. The alliance between the Protectorate and the Republic had broken with the incident of Polis Massa, the Jedi had gone on a Crusade to liberate the slaves of Metalorn from the iron grip of the Sith Empire.
Perhaps against her better judgement Siobhan Kerrigan had participated, taking a small force of Omega Pyre volunteers, fighting a gruelling tank battle and then engaged the Sith Master Velok - though she had not known his name at the time - in a duel, coming out on top as the Whiphid fled the battlefield after being subjected to her telekinetic prowess and the power of the bolter, but at a cost.
Bionics limbs had been fried by force lightning, her flesh leg had been stabbed by a spear of midnight black, she had also probably broken something when she was thrust out of her walker's cockpit after a missile forced it to its knees.
Such was the price of glory - or some might say the limits of glory.
The hour was late when the frigate burst out of hyperspace, carrying the task force, after having made a few brief stops along the way following a trek from across half the Galaxy. But even at this hour the industrial town that was Fondor was filled with frentic activity, smoke billowing out of the chimneys of countless factories, workers toiling in the shipyards to create the vessels that had made the Omega Protectorate such a power in the Galaxy.
A power its leaders intended to preserve, but a wind of change was sweeping across the Galaxy and it would take strength to maintain the power and adapt.