Centenarian Mandate

[Sor'Virdrak Angar]

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

• Intent: To create the species of my character and maybe to add to the Bryn'adul roster.
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GENERAL INFORMATION

• Name: Vorbak
• Designation: Sentient
• Origins: North-Eastern Wild Space
• Average Lifespan: Hatchling: 0 - 25, Young One: 26 - 60, Young Adult: 61 - 100, Adult: 101 - 300, Senior: 301 - 400, Venerable: 401 - 480, Ancient: 481+
• Estimated Population: Planetary (A Large Concentration on a single world or system, rarely found off-world)
• Description: At a first glance kinda similar to the Chistori, these reptilian beings are more brute. Bigger and stronger, they sport a more bulky appearance, yet not without grace. Their heads often feature some horns, while their scales can have a variety of colours, blue, brown and green being the most common, while crimson or violet are extremely rare. They have tales and long tongues which gives them a lisping sound when speaking basic. Their eyes are usually yellow, golden or sometimes brown. There has been occasions when blue/green was seen but that was even more rare than orange or red.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

• Breathes: Type I, II and III
• Average Height of Adults: 2,30m
• Average Length of Adults: 3m
• Skin color: Blue, Brown, Green (common), Crimson, Violet (Rare)
• Hair color: N/A
• Distinctions: [ Describe the unique physical traits that define what they are and set them apart from more common species like humans. Be sure to include any differences between male and female, as well as variations between different regional groups if any, and characteristics that denote a matured or ageing specimen. ]
• Races: [ Not subspecies, distinct cultural or physical races (aka, just like human races). ]
• Force Sensitivity: High (Exclusively Dark Side)
  

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CULTURE

• Diet: Carnivore. Note down common foods and preferences, what is poisonous, etc. ]
• Communication: Vorbaki (a mixture of High Sith, Arkanian and High Galactic), ordinary speaking; Telepathy (among clan members)
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HISTORICAL INFORMATION
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[Augustus Tassar]

☩ Imperator of the Rim-Guard Order ☩

➣ Objective: I. Spearhead Veers
➣ Location: Deployment Area Allied Imperial Forces
➣ Gear: Agema Armor, Sarissa, Princes Folly (Paladinblade), Eternal Halo (pers. shield generator), holoprojector
➣ Assets: 3rd & 4th Banner (350 Paladins), 9x Dreadnought Wardroids, 45x Excidium-class Tanks
➣ Tag(s): Erskine, Henry Luc

⮚ THEME​

Vjun. Old fortress world of one of the most infamous Sith Lords, Darth Vader. A red rock with green, acid rain which the Sith and their Empire occupied and fortified once again, using the remnants of Castle Bast to make it a fortress of their own. Now as part of their crusade against everything Sith and Dark in this Galaxy the New Imperial Order invades this place of ancient evil and seeks to destroy the presence of Sith for good. The Rim-Guard Order stands ready to support this honorable goal and its allies in heart and mind with full force.

Augustus was the first one of his troops to set foot onto the barren planet, he calmly walked out of the Stormeagle, his command team walking out behind. The tall praetorian did not have this helmet on as he left the lander, standing protected from the rain beneath one of the wings of the gunship, his head right next to missiles and weapons. Tassar was the only one without a helmet as his battle-brothers and -sisters quickly dismounted the transports to get into formation.

He raised his heavily plated arm, servos whirring as he tried to eclipse the idea of a sun behind the smoggy clouds which were pouring sour rain onto the nearly dead soil. It looked very odd to see this mountain of a human, in the heaviest battleplate performing an action which would more fit a young boy. The warrior took down his arm and looked at his troops, satisfied that they had used the time to form up in ranks.

The Rim-Guard Order had landed in a small valley very close to the forces of ERSKINE, Stormeagles bringing in both the paladins as well as the supplies while heavy landers took care of the tank and wardroid support. They would advance together with the armored Galidraani, the New Imperials had already experience with the Orders troops, gathered in the tough battle on Ilum.

The young man stepped out of the cover of the wing and the rain would harm his skin, but it was caught, half a meter above his head, the drops were stopped by some invisible field of energy, the Eternal Halo doing its work, even though it would stress the energy supply, this constant minor annoyances. But Augustus wanted to see, feel and taste this planet first hand before enclosing himself in his Agema armor, it was a habit.

"Status reports."

Augustus always had a soft and melodic voice, very pretty as a boy, but the altering process to become one of the Agema had changed that completely and transformed it into a deep, dark tone which could easily be heard and not overheard.
The collar-integrated com-link had transmitted his voice to each of his lieutenants, each commanding a portion of their forces. As usual and common within the Order, he had selected them himself, he knew everyone under his command by name and even a bit of background, it made him rather popular and respected, opposite to the pure and tremendous amount of Marcus for example, who was distant and cold, but utterly efficient. Tassar was more personal.

"3rd Banner ready at your command, Imperator." It was Princeps Primus Rhobar, fiercely devoted and always eager.
"4th in position." The other Princeps Primus, Atia Gorgo, she was stern and serious and very direct with her words.
"1st Palatina Tank Group at your service, Imperator Tassar." Ahhh. Legate Urienz de Welt that fethhead, the slight sarcasm in his extremely formal report gave Augustus a slight smirk.
"Group. Canis. Rex. Ready. Awaiting. Orders." The wardroids were a nice addition to the firepower of the task force and would surely prove useful by the end of the day.

"Rhobar, send Gorns and Varaks cadres as vanguard to establish contact with the Galidraani. The 3rd follows suit, Gorgo's 4th after. Urienz, put your tanks on the flanks. The dreadnoughts at the end of the column. Battle ready. Sensors on maximum, flanquers out. Aeterna Victrix!"

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The troops of the Rim-Guard set off to make contact with their allies, marching on with both flank- and vanguard even though scans and reports said the enemy would be definitely in their fortifications and not out here. It was not due to Tassar being too cautious, it was just plain and simple standard to properly secure against the most unlikely possibilities. And, it was not that they could not be seen in their red capes, golden armor and massive tanks and wardroid walkers. And additionally, they could be heard . . . .

"LEGIO, AETERNA, AETERNA, VICTRIX!"

The ranks of the paladins were chanting their march. It was awe-inspiring, several hundred large warriors, clad in golden plate armor, capes of blood-red flowing from their shoulders and they marched in perfect formation and step, standards high and with their arms ready.

Without incident they appeared chanting at the Galidraani positions, the vanguard had establish eye contact and called a clear sign, waiting for the main body to pick them up and marching on. The Rim-Guard Order had arrived at the front and was more than ready to throw itself into battle.

Augustus Tassar was walking at the head of the coloumn, the helmet still fixed to his belt while the sarissa was horizontally in his right hand grip. He would approach whoever looked like to be in charge of the armoured troops and offered a slight bow of his head.

"Imperator Augustus Tassar of the Rim-Guard Order. My pleasure and honour to meet you."

For anyone meeting him for the first time it must be shocking. He was a tower of a man, far more than seven feet, clad in a whirring suit of power armor adorned with displays of heroic battles, a red cape drapped around his shoulders and back, but his face. He looked like he was barely 20, youthful and even kinda soft. But his voice was so deep, commanding and even charismatic as it seemed honest and friendly. Confusing for anyone not used to it.
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