Destiny | Mandalorian Clans Dominion of Azure Hex

[Ra Vizsla]

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The Mandalorian Clans were building towards something. Something extravagant. Something fated by the Gods. Our true future has been realized.​

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We've always defined ourselves by the ability to overcome the impossible. We count these moments, with our people. These moments on Mandalore.​

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These moments with our brothers.​

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These moments with our sisters.​

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These moments we dared to aim higher.​

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To break barriers. To reach for the stars.​

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To make the unknown known.​

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We count these moments​

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as our proudest achievements.​

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We almost lost of all it.​

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Perhaps our people​

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have just forgotten.​

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But we've barely begun.​

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And our greatest ​

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accomplishments​

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cannot be behind us.​

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For our​

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Ra stood on the the surface of Roche, his wolf cloak flowing in the wind behind him. A contingent of soldiers stood behind him. His eyes swept over the horizon.

We will fix this.

His eyes trailed back to [member="Draco Vereen"], the Alor and appointed Shukalaar of the Cuir Rekr. Draco was one of Ra's foremost appointed advisors.

We'll find a way.

"Where are we?" He asked the Alor, turning back to the sights before him. He obviously wasn't referring to the planet.

We always do.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Roche: Nickel One
[member="Ra Vizsla"]
[Post 1]

Draco breathed in, standing in a hangar on Nickel One, the primary asteroid the Verpine species called home. "This is where it happened, Mand'alor." The slight wind from atmosphere processors whistling through the simple hangar. Names had been scrawled on the walls in random places, and it was basically never used anymore. "This is were Democrats become murderers."

He had actually never been in this hangar before. He never stepped foot in it out of respect for the lost, and what he was, who he had become at the time. At that time he was a Sith Lord, intent on dismantling the Republic because he wanted to, because he wanted to cause chaos and spread fear. That had been grief, born of his soul, of his loss, and of his own weakness of character. It took the help of several to bring him back, and as he had been coming out of the pit, Ember Rekali fell into it.

The hangar was wide enough to fit four Shaadlar-type corvettes in a row, long enough for them and some extra space for storage, loading and unloading. "This is where our children, women, civilians, non-combatants were when the Republic vented the atmosphere out of the hangar." It was a solemn place, one of sadness and memories of evil and wrong. There were several like it. The other two hangars though had been in use by the warriors and were unaffected, hermetic seals on armor, oxygen tanks built in. No casualties.

 

[Titan]

sabrina
Sko'sahthttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12235-skosaht/

Titan was aboard the Duchess of Mandalore, waiting for the pirates, and the rest of Titan's ships, to arrive, while on the bridge with him was Sko'saht, a verpine who had joined the clans and was participating in helping Titan acquire the Phrikite Ore that the pirates had stolen and put it to good use. Titan, of course, would put his share towards a new armour line for CKS. He really didn't care were the other's put their share, that was not under his control. As he watched, 2 Finisher-class assault cruiser's exited hyperspace, followed by three Redundance-class corvette's. This would be the first of many test's for the ships. If they succeded more would be maed, and the designs from the arakanian temple would be put, to very, very good use...

Spoiler: Fleet

Alor'ad Flottilla: (4675 Meters)(Hangars are filled with Starbird-class interceptors[60 Total](Attack: 11; Defense: 6; Flak: 0)

2x Finisher-class assault cruiser(Attack: 17; Defense: 5; Flak: 9; )

• The Alor(Hull/Shield: 950/950)
• The Concord Dawn(Hull/Shield: 950/950)

​3x Redundance-class corvette(Attack: 12; Defense: 4; Flak: 12

• The Sundari (Hull/Shield: 200/200)
• The Kelbade (Hull/Shield: 200/200)
• The Shriek-Hawk (Hull/Shield: 200/200 )

1x Captivator-class cruiser(Attack: 6; Defense: 9; Flak: 12

• The Duchess of Mandalore(Hull/Shield: 975/975)

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Titan Kryze"]

Spoiler

This is before corellia

Sabine was doubting why she was here now, after meeting [member="Darth Erebos"] her heart was in little bit turmoil. She liked the clans, she always liked mandalorains. The thing was, she was not sure they really liked her. After all she never denied being sith, and every clan boasts how well they deal where her kind. They hunt force user, they seek and destroy sith spits. She only left the sith because of genocide, and now she finds out some trying to convert them to this. Should she try and help or stay with the people who despise her, for being honest. Well mostly honest, she not admitted who she really is, but she was honest enough. Her ships where all freighters for this, and they where loaded with mining droids, and loading droids. After all she was going to mandalore take the sector. They need dura steel, and the phrik was the by product.

As her ships docked and began to unload, she sat down and remembered fighting here for the Mandalorians. She took on a weird jedi who thought throwing four less accurate lightsabers, was better than throwing a one decent shot. She sat down remembered that day, she thought she would be accepted then Ember Rekali insulted her. She went to fight [member="Darth Erebos"] just to prove she was worthy of respect. The result she liked her capture more than she liked [member="Alec Rekali"], who did thank her the capture, but never asked to come round for a meal a drink, a chat. She was lonely, and now she she may have chance to be with her own kind, does she stay or does she go. Even Mandalorian code kinda says she should go, Family came first, the problem was the Stih was her family, and she beginning to realise it again.

She then signalled the clan boss in charge of getting the mine up and running. [member="Titan Kryze"] the droids are loading on to asteroid, over.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Maanis Vizsla"]
Cartoa
Deep below the surface of the ocean

“Our sensor buoy is till up there. They haven’t found it yet.”

“What did it pick up?” Brecka Kard asked. He stood over his vod, leaning over the terminal. They had recently been discovered down here in the abandoned facility. That had happened in line with Brecka’s schedule. They’d taken hostages before taking the facility and starting the cloning, they could hold off any law enforcement involvement until the process was complete.

“Encrypted chatter, but it’s a signature we recognise.”

Brecka leaned down, studying the contents of the display. “Clan military,” he growled.

“Yes. It picked up a few hours ago, and the transmissions have tailed off.”

“Get everyone ready. They might try something rash. We’ve just got hours until the subject can be transported.”

The silence was suddenly filled with the sound of his men arming themselves and preparing to defend the station. It was a large complex of structures on the sea bed. It wouldn’t be easy to defend against a direct assault.

Brecka did not join them. It turned back towards their hope, his face bathed in a dull green glow. The rest of those that had called themselves Death Watch and assaulted Mandalore had either bent the knee to this Ra Viszla, or dispersed. Brecka had no intention of following their lead. What they needed was an icon, a symbol. Something that the others would flock behind.

He looked up at the cylinder and the human floating inside. Great broad shoulders, a mountain of a man. A face no mandalorian could fail to recognise. Just a few hours.

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Davon didn’t much like being down in the murky depths. It wasn’t much different than being in space really. Just a thin metal wall between himself and an environment he wasn’t built to survive. There was, he supposed, something stifling about being down here. That knowledge that untold gallons of water pressed down upon them. So much that it even blotted out the sunlight.

He kept his helmet on to speak to those around him, lest he compromise their covert running. Sound was never a problem for a stealth ship in space, but down here it could give them away.

“Place your shots carefully, engage in hand to hand if you need to. If you pierce the hull of the complex instead of a dar’manda’s armour you’ll drown all the hostages.”

 

[Titan]

"Good, the pirates should be arriving soon." Titan sent the message to Sabine Kurtass the ground operative for the mission. "Once it is evacuate it, we need the pirates to get the Phrik to prove that they're the ones who've been stealing it, once they enter the system the gravity wells will activate and they'll be trapped here." Titan been planning this for moths, the invasion of the surrounding worlds just gave him an exscuse to grab more recruits for the mission. And he would prove the doubters wrong. He would be correct. And as an added bonus CKS would gain some Phrik for use in that expirimental armor.

[member="Darth Banshee"]
[member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Sko'saht]

Sko'saht's head was turned as he watched the console over the sensor operators shoulder. The asteroids were moving much along their predicted vectors but the lack of intel further into the field within the field concerned him. While Roche was technically one of the easier asteroid fields to navigate it still had plenty of challenges and hiding ships in it was fairly easy.

Shaking his head and resting an arm on the helmet clipped to his belt the Verpine turned back to the Kryze. Sko had been assigned to this mission since he had a good knowledge of the asteroid field and was a useful asset when it came to negotiating with his fellow Verpine. Still all that wouldn't matter with these larger ships since they would have a difficult time navigating the asteroids in a speedy manner.

"Did the asteroid charts I requested from the hive come in yet?" he asked in his clicking basic. "Going to be hard to follow these pirates if they attempt to run into the field unless we have those charts to guide us. Could station the corvettes in the field itself to prevent that but it's still a risk."


[member="Titan Kryze"].[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Krayn]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Davon Karr"]

For a Mandalorian there was only one purpose and that was to follow the accounts of the Resol’nare to the best of ones ability. For a Mandalorian like Maanis that purpose was twice fold for not only was the Resol’nare something to achieve for but he also had to make a name for himself among a clan of legendary proportions. It was this that made him strive himself further each and everyday, it was also how he had come to be aboard the stealth craft that was now submerged deep under the oceans of Cartoa on its way to a complex that housed an objective important to Mandalore.

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” Maanis responded in his accented tone through the interior communication of his armour, relying as Karr was to have the helmet dampen any noise that could potentially reveal their approach. He tapped the slick bladed axe that was sat in his belt as response to the concern behind the blow out of the complex. “They will know Mandalore’s anger.”

He was almost revelling in the inner excitement, the idea of dar’manda blood spilling on his terms getting into his head more then any previous engagement. The more he removed from Mandalore’s targets the better he would feast among the gods and each dar’manda could be considered his ticket to greatness.

That was if the water didn’t claim them first…

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Dropship above Khorm
[member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Land on the planet.

Harbinger of Terror was a simple dropship, usually outfitted with three dozen or so mandalorians, with a simple job. Get to the planet, drop off the commandos, and get the hell out. Today was a strange day though, for one of the Mandalorians on board was a hutt cradled in yuuzhan vong crab armor. Where the ship normally carried three dozen it now carried two, and one hutt. And the Rally Master? He wasn't super excited about it.

"I can't believe the dregs they let in Clan Rekali these days." He said behind the safety of his T-Visor. "Don't even have a Beskar'gam yet do you son?" Rekali the Hutt could hear the smirk on his facee. "You better pull your weight buddy, or I'll see to it you're never put on a boarding op again." He said callously, but Rekali the Hutt merely stayed silent, avoiding the weight bait. He'd do his part and bring Clan Rekali honor, and perhaps bring this Rally Master some humility, but he'd do it with his actions, not his words. No point in fueling the fire.

Thump-BOOM.

They were hit by some sort of cannon, and the explosion sounded like came from the rear of the dropship. Probably one of their engines. They began to lose altitude rapidly as Rekali the Hutt let out a deep breath and clenched a fist, extending out one of the talons of his vonduun skerr hutta and examining it for a moment, then retracting it back.

They'd crash, probably have an ambush waiting on the ground, and then they would get to their mission of taking over the Khormite mine. It would be quite the interesting day.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

R O C H E

[member="Draco Vereen"]

Posts: 2


Ra swiped his hand over the dust of the names scrawled in metal. One of the soldiers looked like he was about to say something, to stay Ra's hand from touching this sacred place of grief for the Mando'ade. He stopped himself, stepping back into line and keeping watch on their leader as Ra continued to inspect the wreckage closely on Nickel One. His fingers began to trace the names, blood from his own hands falling carving paths through the untouched grave markers as the metal began to rend and cut the tender flesh of his fingertips. Ra seemed either not to notice, or not to care. He stood from kneeling before the grave site, his unmarked hand grabbing a small white cloth to wipe off the excess blood from his hand. Silently, he walked, the footsteps of their party echoing in the massive otherwise undisturbed hangar.

Ra hadn't been there.

He hadn't been at Roche. He hadn't seen the things these men had seen, experienced the grief these men had grieved.

But the bereavement of the situation was not lost on him all the same. Ra's shoulders seem to sink under the heavy weight of understanding exactly what had happened here. "My brothers," he whispered, taking another knee on a spot in the middle of the hangar. There were scorch marks on the floor and jagged cuts into the metal. Ra's hand felt the cuts, wiped over the scorch marks.

Ra looked down. A single hand print in the burned trails of dust down the slope of the hangar. The size of a child's.

If there was rage in Ra's face, or sadness, it remained to be seen.



"Why was this done?"


Ra's words echoed against the empty walls of the hangar in question to Draco.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Roche
[member="Ra Vizsla"]
[Post 2]

"Why was this done?"​

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Draco thought about that for a moment as he followed Mand'alor closely, keeping close enough by the venerated warrior that they could speak and not have to project their voices across the very large hangar on the asteroid. "There is no simple answer, but the truth is not hard to believe." Draco looked at the names, he didn't know most of them, they were all non-combats except for very few. Everyone that had died in this hangar had been an innocent or a warrior pulling their helmet off to give to a child. That had been common in this place, that act of courage and acceptance, to die so that another might live.

"Because they fear us." And they did.

"They boasted to us about their training, their equipment, their leaders, how they would crush our army as we were arriving. They hid behind a wall of words, and in the end, they did this not to defeat us. They did this only to buy time. Their Supreme Commander even said with her own words, 'it won't hurt any of their warriors, but it might get their fodder' when she gave the order. She knew it wouldn't stop us, only slow our advance." And it did.

"She vented the atmosphere out of the civilian hangar, the hangar she told them to flee to, in order to slow us, so that we would understand the depths of the Republic's depravity, how desperate they were to cling to life for just one more breath. And it worked. For all Ember Rekali was, for as angry as the venerable warrior was, for as much as he wanted blood; he was a man who believed in second, third, or however many chances. He gave them their last chance." And they had taken a great man's legacy of forgiveness and kindness, and in their stupidity and arrogance, twisted and corrupted that legacy into one of lenience, allowing tyrants and murders to walk free wearing the face of democracy.

 

[Tiberius Spar]

[member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Mira Rekali"]

Would stay seated, his head lowered as he listened to the others talk not responding to anything. He was thinking. It wasn't usual for him to be aboard a dropship of another clan. He usually tended to stick to his own. Though, he had been called upon to aid them. He didn't know any of them, he simply attended to help. As the ship, took a hit the large Togorian would wrap his palm around a piece of metal near by. Grunting loudly. "Hold on!" Would leave his lips, as he shortly after let out a grunt.

The ship quickly plummeting. Flames emitted from the back of the ship, before a loud smash; the ship crashing into the planet's icy surface. Hitting a slope of a mountain before finally smashing down onto a ice field. The Togorian would grab his battle axe and clip his blaster onto his belt, before booting the door off the back of the ship, with the under heel of his right foot, with ease.

Walking out into the snow, he would look around searching for any life. An approaching convoy of vehicles, were making their way to them. "Hurry up!" Tiberius would shout back into the ship. "We have to move, now."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 1/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

Freshly back from a planet a hex away from First Order space, where she got her beskar'gam crafted by WESTAR, this trip to Donanyd marked her first operational use of the Turjilyi'r'gam, having piloted all the way to Azure with only the clothing obtained on Annaj as compensation due to an industrial accident that happened on the premises of WESTAR. Luckily she still had M-6PO for deciphering old script, while her wits may be almost unnaturally fast, language isn't her forte. At least, just this once, she was finally free to take on missions without having Darth Banshee on her back. Naturally she decided to go on Azure recover the body of one Siri Tachi, although prospection was to be made by another team at a later date. What mattered to her, was the risk level the natives posed, if any. Because the Mandalorian Clans may have an interest in Azure, but it may be for naught if there were no resources. The seas of Azure stretch on for miles. And yet she lands her Neimoidian Yacht on the outskirts of a ruined village. She saw a sign but she had no idea what the script was.

"Now, can anyone tell me where is the village, M-6PO?"

"If you may excuse me, witch doctor, you'd better leave a good impression of the Mandalorians, or the galaxy at large, or else the Mandos will have to cause wanton destruction"

"Roger"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Roche
Nickel One


Behind [member="Draco Vereen"] and the respective new Mand'alor, [member="Ra Vizsla"], stood Preliat Mantis. He had been many things, but Preliat had never been a man of many words. In fact, he found that words were a hard thing to come by, especially given the dire circumstances. One hand rested on his hip, and the other lay at his side. He stood solemnly and statue-like, before he moved to be beside Draco and Ra.

"This is too much like Elrood."

His gaze shifted downwards, towards the handprint on the floor. To the man that had lost a family and had nightmares of the children of Elrood, it scarred him deeply- and this was perhaps an opening of old wounds. If Preliat's psyche was a physical wound, it would be bleeding.

"So much death."

He walked away from the pair, but only a few steps behind.

And for the first time in many years, Preliat lamented.

"Would they have done it to anyone else besides us?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Roche
[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
[Post 3]

"No." Draco said flatly. He had served with the One Sith, it was no secret, it was also no secret he had left that life, struggling to earn his place, to prove his worth to the clans and that he deserved the position that had been entrusted to him.

"Even in the worst days in their war, they threatened these actions against the Sith, but they never followed through. They still fought with honor, with conviction against the Sith. Even in the face of evil, they see human, sentient beings behind the red lightsaber, beneath the black hood. They do not see us like that. They do not see us as people. They don't even see us as dogs to unleash on their foes. Dogs an owner has some compassion for, but they were more than willing to turn their backs on us and let us fight for them, let us call them friends." Draco looked at the other warrior at last. He did not know this man, but he had seen the face many times in his fights against the Republic. He knew the name, the face, but he did not truly know Prelait.

"To them, we are no better than nameless droids, and there is no guilt in blasting a droid. That is why they murdered our children knowing it would only hurt our non-combatants. I saw her say so with my own eyes. Heard it with my own ears. I listened to them rush to her defense, demand we didn't have all the facts. I sat through a meeting where only Alderaan showed compassion for our loss, and the rest of the Republic leaders merely shoved the blame off themselves to cling to the moral high-ground they had long lost. They will erase us without an ounce of guilt, they will order our home turned to ashes, have our children killed in front of crying mothers, and those leaders, those shining examples of democracy that sit in the Senate Hall, will not shed a tear. It is Us or Them." He cared not how history would remember him, only that his children might look fondly up at him in a time of peace and stability. That was what mattered now, that was what was at stake. Not their vengeance, but that they lived on. Draco knew, deep down, the Republic leadership as it stood now, would kill every man, woman, and babe to win against them, they would stoop lower than the had against they Sith, they would burn whole worlds, and they would not feel guilt. How could they, when they did not view the Mandalorians as people, but as things. The average trooper, citizen, they were good people, but they were lead by wolves in sheepskin, tyrants hidden as oligarchs.

 

[Titan]

Post: 3
"The corvette's will be stationed just outside the asteroids and the fighters inside the field." Titan told Sko'saht. HE walked back towards the comm, "Kurtass, status on the mine. The pirates should arrive within minuetes." He stood patiently waiting for her reply, the pirates had not been the verified takers of the Phrik, but Titan had a hunch, and a few scattered stories, and this should prove it. All he had to do was wait for the pirates to grab the Phrik, after Kurtass had finished getting it up and running of course, then his hunch would prove to be true. And they wouldn't even have to mine the Phrik, the pirates would do the job for them. It was all very nice and neat.

[member="Sko'saht"]
[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Sko'saht"]

Spoiler

sorry for the dealy, other things got in the way

Post 2

She sent message to other Alor who was in charge, Wardroids are in position, and waiting for your orders. She spoke in fluent Mandalorian, she remembered why she learned in the first place. [member="Ordo"] she trying to impress him, but her chance of getting allies between The One Sith and Mandalore of the time failed. She spent time learning there customs, how they killed, and helping them when she could, and then tossed her aside in one order. Okay she was with them know, but would they do it again. This was false dream, they would if she was no longer of any use to them. She realized dark thoughts where plaguing her mind, she put it behind her they would not cast out again, just because she may found some one to be with would they.

 

[Titan]

"Get up to orbit, now we wait. Order the war droids to sneak aboard if, and only if, they see the Phrik being stolen after that we'll attack them and board." Titan walked back and forth across the bridge, waiting for his plan to come to frutation. There were plenty who doubted his theroy. Many doubted his ideas, some even regarded them as blasphamy, he would show them all. Clan Kryze would rise again, there was no doubt about it, for if it didn't today. It was being slowly but steadily armed for war. With tanks and ships, they had alreaady accumulated quite a few of the latter a benefit of having a ship building corperation on your size Titan supposed.

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Sko'saht"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Azure
Post: 2/38
Allies: Mandalorian Clans
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Find Siri Tachi's body

With M-6PO in tow, she found an area that looked like an abandoned starfighter base among the ring of trees that surrounded it. Because Azure was a rogue planet, she knew the planet would be rather desolate and with a sparse population at best. That is, if it was even able to support life in the first place. The abandoned starfighter base still bear the wrecks of abandoned vulture droids, whether battle-damaged or not. The starfighter base's main hangar is filled with cracks, but otherwise empty, with very little falling debris, just centuries of accumulated dust. And yet Cathul senses something is amiss about that place, in so far that there seems to be some unusual presence in the Force emanating from some location about six feet below the ground. And, if the old Dwartii expression six feet under was appropriate in the circumstances with its accepted meaning, some dead body buried in the ground through the proper funeral channels.

"What have we here?"

"An abandoned starfighter base. Perhaps we could have it rebuilt and restocked with fighters"

"It could hold one, maybe two squadrons..."

"That's enough in this context. I sense something, some light-sided object nearby"

 

[Sko'saht]

"Alright though let's keep the fighting away from the inhabited asteroids." Sko said and looked out the bridge at the asteroid field. His antenna twitched and shivered as he caught the occasional radio message sent from other Verpine. It had been a few months since he'd last been to the Roche system and he'd hoped to get some shore leave once this was done.

Still the mission was interesting enough. Pirates had been the occasional problem for the hive but usually the Verpine's security forces had been enough to take care of them. This seemed to have changed with the increase of traffic into the system. The majority had probably been tied up escorting the various Mandalorian ships through the field along with ensuring the debris from the battle was cleaned up. Several of the smaller pieces of debris from the space battle had done light damage to the colonies before he'd left.

[member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Darth Banshee"]