Lord Commander
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI4LkkBBR7g
The world on the far of the galaxy known as Nibelungen awoke this standard galactic day as many others, a place of learning of the jedi order. A place secluded from the galaxy and so far hidden from many of it's horrors. They did not know what was about to befall them. Ambition and darkness fueled the and tainted hearts yet the hunger for more was always won out in the end. One eye looked over the galaxy with a ravenous hunger, the power of the darkside of the force urging it forward to seek and devour a place ripe for consumption. So it was that Nibelungen was chosen, not by chance but by its remote and secluded access in the galaxy and the fresh fruit of it's people and resources. It was a place strong in the force and plentiful in jedi of their own order who trained and learned in the peaceful ways of the force.
Five sisters of Nibelungen: five words each different but united in their system by a common government of shared goals and ideals. Ideals simple, the light and the force doing what is commonly refereed to as good and just like any other civilized system. With their isolation, with their pacifism and relative bliss of the galaxy around them they never did prepare a military force that would raise the eyebrow of a warlord or a conqueror. This is also why the Ancient Eye of Mythos set itself upon the five sisters this day. With the backing of Jaeger Solutions, Access to the Flotilla of Mon Calamari Shipyards and the power of several allies in war Mythos set it's sights on the defenseless and unsuspecting world.
Mythos stood on the bridge of the only Star Destroyer in the armada, an ancient outdated ship from the Akhypt world. It was high in firepower but it lacked everything else. the entire army was composed of droids from jaeger. He wore his normal suit of armor, an imperial era Sith Lord suit of black and silver with his lightsaber at the belt and pistol at the ready. By his side was his trust companion Groom, flanking his ship was the Assassin corvette flown by his servant and around him the armada granted to him by his allies in high places, resources and worlds he had harvested for soldiers and hired guns.
In this armada his favorite ships were six cathedral ships upgraded to serve in modern combat, they needed a lot of tuning but they would do for this invasion. the lights of hyperspace washed over the transparisteel visor of his capital ship then suddenly the five sisters greeted him with open arms... and blaster fire. He smiled. "Not so off guard as You seemed now... were you?"
Instantly the Envoy of the End, as was called the star destroyer he rode on, began returning fire as the Anubian officers he had flanking him and all around him rushed to battle positions. The orbit was indeed well advised by they were sorely outmatched not by the class of ships, but by the sheer number of warships Mythos had summoned. With every passing second more and more ships poured out of the darkness of space and crashed into the orbit of the five sisters. there was a plan in motion, One Lord and Marshal per sister... One Trandoshan warlord to make the Score Keeper proud.
"Prepare to be conquered... "
The world on the far of the galaxy known as Nibelungen awoke this standard galactic day as many others, a place of learning of the jedi order. A place secluded from the galaxy and so far hidden from many of it's horrors. They did not know what was about to befall them. Ambition and darkness fueled the and tainted hearts yet the hunger for more was always won out in the end. One eye looked over the galaxy with a ravenous hunger, the power of the darkside of the force urging it forward to seek and devour a place ripe for consumption. So it was that Nibelungen was chosen, not by chance but by its remote and secluded access in the galaxy and the fresh fruit of it's people and resources. It was a place strong in the force and plentiful in jedi of their own order who trained and learned in the peaceful ways of the force.
Five sisters of Nibelungen: five words each different but united in their system by a common government of shared goals and ideals. Ideals simple, the light and the force doing what is commonly refereed to as good and just like any other civilized system. With their isolation, with their pacifism and relative bliss of the galaxy around them they never did prepare a military force that would raise the eyebrow of a warlord or a conqueror. This is also why the Ancient Eye of Mythos set itself upon the five sisters this day. With the backing of Jaeger Solutions, Access to the Flotilla of Mon Calamari Shipyards and the power of several allies in war Mythos set it's sights on the defenseless and unsuspecting world.
Mythos stood on the bridge of the only Star Destroyer in the armada, an ancient outdated ship from the Akhypt world. It was high in firepower but it lacked everything else. the entire army was composed of droids from jaeger. He wore his normal suit of armor, an imperial era Sith Lord suit of black and silver with his lightsaber at the belt and pistol at the ready. By his side was his trust companion Groom, flanking his ship was the Assassin corvette flown by his servant and around him the armada granted to him by his allies in high places, resources and worlds he had harvested for soldiers and hired guns.
In this armada his favorite ships were six cathedral ships upgraded to serve in modern combat, they needed a lot of tuning but they would do for this invasion. the lights of hyperspace washed over the transparisteel visor of his capital ship then suddenly the five sisters greeted him with open arms... and blaster fire. He smiled. "Not so off guard as You seemed now... were you?"
Instantly the Envoy of the End, as was called the star destroyer he rode on, began returning fire as the Anubian officers he had flanking him and all around him rushed to battle positions. The orbit was indeed well advised by they were sorely outmatched not by the class of ships, but by the sheer number of warships Mythos had summoned. With every passing second more and more ships poured out of the darkness of space and crashed into the orbit of the five sisters. there was a plan in motion, One Lord and Marshal per sister... One Trandoshan warlord to make the Score Keeper proud.
"Prepare to be conquered... "