Faction Fresh Meat | Vashtori Ascendancy

[Valut Amanya]

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Formidable.

That was how the Balmora described them. Glowing praise for to a non-Shard. To be fair, it was followed by a lengthy analysis of what amounted to why they could be so easily bent to the Vashtori cause. These creatures were dull-witted, perhaps only possessing a low cunning that allowed them to hunt the rathtars native to their planet. The Vashtori always seek to improve, and here their leader saw a prime opportunity to do so, to the benefit of the Ascendancy and those poor creatures below.

The black battleship loomed over the planet. There were few on the surface with the capabilities to call for help, but today was not a day of harvest. Today was a day of joining, one where new soldiers for the Shard war machine could be brought into the fold. The way had been cleared for the Vashtori transports to enter; in an almost leisurely fashion they flew down towards the surface, settling down and letting out the brave Shard who ventured into that thick swamp.

Their orders were clear -- locate the cloning facilities the Twon Ketee used to reproduce, tame the wilds nearby the facility, and bring back anything that may be of use to the Shard and their plans. The planet's toxic and uninhabitable atmosphere meant the eyes of any who might oppose them would likely be turned away; but one could never be sure...

Move quickly. Strike to kill. Do not fail.

Spoiler: Tags

Tris
Ta'aria
Timaz Zi Dipat
Xaane

 

[Tris]

This world...It was...less than desirable. Even they could tell that. They lacked a sense of smell, sight, touch, or anything else shared by lesser organics but they sensed everything strongly through the Force. Their faceplate scanned the area as the rest of their troops began marching out of the transport. Some were slaves, organics meant to draw the beasts out, the rest were their warriors. The toxic swamp world was anything but inviting, but it was alive with the Force and that was something they understood. The beasts they were here to hunt, to bring into their fold were named for the world. Initial reports of the Galaxy at large said that the species was widely spread out in small pockets and often used as cheap labor. They were, however unfortunate, protected by many laws in "civilized" space due to their low intelligence.

But their low intelligence was what made them great. Powerful warriors, strong laborers, garbage compactors, and easily created? They were the perfect thralls.

"Come," they said to their small cadre of speeder bike riding warriors. "We'll find that facility. For the Balmorra."

"FOR THE BALMORRA" the warriors shouted as they rode off behind their leader. The rest were left behind to make camp.

Valut Amanya