Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

Register a free account today to become a member! Once signed in, you'll be able to participate on this site by adding your own topics and posts, as well as connect with other members through your own private inbox!

Work In Progress Iron Hound

Factory Judge

neil-blevins-f2xrjupwwaasgzl.jpg

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
PRODUCTION INFORMATION
TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
  • Classification: Star Destroyer
  • Length: 5,000m
  • Width: 4,992m
  • Height: 1,773m
  • Armament: Extreme
  • Defenses: High
  • Hangar Space: Very Low: 12
    • Hangar Allocations:
      • Starfighters: 6x Squadrons
      • Support Craft: 6x Squadrons
    • Maneuverability Rating: Low
    • Speed Rating: Low
    • Hyperdrive: Yes
    STANDARD FEATURES
    • All Standard Systems
    ADVANCED SYSTEMS
    STRENGTHS
    • Bastion: The Iron Hound's size and armament could prove most terrifying and demoralising to enemy troops, while being a symbol for friendly forces to rally behind.
    • Danger Zone: The Iron Hound is considerably heavily armed, and is most capable of destroying any insufficiently armed or defended ship or fleet that is unfortunate or imbecilic enough to cross it's path.
    • Bulwark: The Star Destroyer is most capable of defending itself, with entire systems dedicated to counter-electronic warfare, anti-ordnance and shield systems, aswell as possessing interdiction countermeasures.
    WEAKNESSES
    • Slow n' Steady: While the Iron Hound's build is stream lined, it is considerably slow.
    • Space-Superiority: The Iron Hound has little-to-no hangar space, limited to a maximum of ten squadrons docked within the ship at one time.
    • Turn Radius: The Iron Hound is slow to turn, and hard to maneuver, making it vulnerable to attacks from directions in which it is not protected.
    DESCRIPTION
    The Iron Hound was a warship built for dominance, a wedge of midnight steel cutting through the void like a predator through black waters. Its angular hulls were layered with heavy armor plating, forged from Durasteel-421A alloys that gave it a muted, gunmetal sheen. Long, slanted panels gave the vessel a brutal elegance, a silhouette that was unmistakably Mandalorian yet engineered with the precision of Core-World shipwrights. Along its length, narrow lines of golden light bled from the ship’s interior, casting an eerie glow that shimmered across its flanks like the faint pulse of something alive beneath the metal. When seen from a distance, it resembled a hunting beast in motion, silent, patient, and inexorable.

    Inside, the Iron Hound was a labyrinth of command decks, hangar bays, and troop corridors designed to move an entire war host with mechanical efficiency. @Renn Vizsla’s personal bridge sat near the vessel’s dorsal ridge, ringed with armored glass and reinforced shielding. From this vantage, he could oversee the advance of fleets, the deployment of strike wings, and the coordination of Death Watch squads down to the smallest platoon. Every system was designed for swift retaliation, from its fast-deploying Basilisk launch tubes to the storm batteries that lined its forward prow. Yet despite its destructive potential, the ship was quiet when idle, its engines thrumming with a low, almost meditative rhythm, as if it shared its master’s restrained ferocity.

    In battle, the Iron Hound became a vision of disciplined fury. Ion beams carved through enemy shields, while heavy turbolaser banks fired in overlapping arcs, forming a lattice of annihilation around the vessel. When Vizsla commanded from the bridge, his voice carried through encrypted comms, calm, deliberate, and unflinching, directing wings of starfighters and dropships into perfect formation. The ship’s flanking escorts, smaller cruisers and frigates bearing the sigil of the Warden of Roon, moved like a pack of wolves at its side. Each engagement became less a contest and more a hunt, a ritual of precision and inevitability that left little to chance and nothing to mercy.

    Beyond war, the Iron Hound was a symbol. It bore the crest of Death Watch and the silver-blue markings of Vizsla’s clan, both defiant and proud. When it emerged from hyperspace, it was more than a battleship; it was a declaration of presence, a reminder that Mandalorian steel still commanded fear and respect across the stars. To those who served aboard, it was home and fortress both, a crucible where loyalty was tested, and legend was forged. To those who opposed it, the Iron Hound was a harbinger, the first and last shadow they would see before the storm descended.

 
Last edited:

Users who are viewing this thread

Top Bottom