Darth Voracitos
Chaos-God of Gluttony
There was a plot brewing... a plot brewed by none other than Darth Voracitos, Founding Warlord of the League of Sith. They had a fleet to behold, and a number of Warlords to be their commanders. He had his own number of apprentices, who would be very useful in the coming months. Lord Daemos had apparently joined the Mandalorians, Hunter had come from their space, and there were undoubtedly more of them. Mandalorians... Mandalorians. They were the ones who control Ziost, and occupied a shattered Dromund Kaas. This was an interesting thing, an interesting thing that the many Envious Eyes of Voracitos had researched into, and found a new organization working within the Mandalorian Empire.
"The Red Legion," The Darth chuckled, "How appropriate." The Mandalorians were expanding, and prospering, and not only that, they seemed to be expressing only a hint of aggression toward the Republic now. That was good. Very good, but unrelated. Long ago he had promised the Mandalorians Victory after his death, it turns how he was very much correct. Victory had been achieved, and now they were left with nothing but allies to sate their aggression. Though of course, there was a rising sect of the Sith who seemed on the rise... or perhaps two of them. It was difficult to tell.
Regardless, he had to make his move. But first, he had to address his problem of lording over the League. He is their equal, and thus it should be at least discussed with them to a thorough extent. They needed to get their act together if they were to do this thing. He recognized the power of the Mandalorians now, and he decidedly wanted it very bad. Not necessarily out of malignant intent, he had never wanted aggression towards the Mandalorians. They would make good allies if they weren't as stubborn as his former "brethren".
Perhaps there was a way to rectify this. As evident from their sacking of Dromund Kaas, they wanted a fill of Justice. He felt that there was still a lingering feeling to obtain this "Justice". Perhaps he could help with this... for a time obviously. Because on the day of Keldabe's Nuke, he was after all, technically in charge, thus responsible for the actions of his blood thirsty minions. He could turn himself in to them. He also held the technology of Force Containment Collars. Though he felt they had something similar at this point already. A number of factions had already made their high security prison collars after his own anyway. But one could never be too sure, it may be something he could offer. Additionally, if he could convince his League Members of it, he might even offer them all up as volunteer "prisoners" wearing the collars. However of course, they would not be prisoners in the sense that he would be, they would work along side Mandalorians, punishing Overseers who would train them of their ways whether they knew it or not. They would all be under the guise of Red Legionaries, after the price was paid for the Mandalorians trust. It wold be a most wonderful rouse, infiltrating their ranks to "Protect Ziost in the sake of religious freedom".
They would pledge allegiance to the Mandalore and mean it, they would fight in their battles, expand their empire, and quell and sedition within them... until such a time came opportune to "Protect" Ziost from the Mandalorians. The Red League Redemption Betrayal. They would have to be VERY careful with this, one wrong move and they might just become actual prisoners. But it was a risk worth taking if it meant gaining Mandalorian Resources... even for a short time it was worth it. The more resources they had the stronger their momentum would become. It was only a matter of time.
Outside Mandalorian Space, just before the final jump to Ziost began, he summoned the Various Warlords to the bridges of the ships they were being ferried upon. He called a meeting via Hologram. This would be the final talk, the final say in the decision to assimilate into the Mandalorian Infrastructure, with the vision of uprising against them later. He hoped his plan would be well received.
"Fellow Warlords, the League convenes here at a pivot of history. We are weak, and our enemies are strong. There is a saying, that if one can not beat their enemy, they should join them. Today, is when I plan to do just that. But we are all equals. A "vote" of sorts must take place before I proceed with my plan. Using our Mandalorian League Members as ambassadors, I hope to convince the Mandalore that we can be trusted in our hour of weakness, enough to be secluded to a singular world- Ziost, our original meeting place. So then, I must know the answer, who will follow me into the deepest depths of one of our greatest adversaries during the time of the Empire?" He asked them all. If the vote was well received, then the plan would go so much smoother for him.
Whilst doing this, he attempted to establish some kind of communication with the what counted as the Mandalorian Embassy. He didn't want to turn this into a skirmish, that would negate everything he planned to do. That obviously, would be unacceptable. With his trips across the galaxy, recently Voracitos had forged a body he would use to manipulate into his schemes. For the coming days, weeks, or months, he would experience life through the eyes of his strange creation. It appeared human in every way, despite its unnatural conception. Once the plot was ready, the body would decay near instantly into dust. This would be his "Mandalorian Face".
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Message to the Mandalorian Embassy incoming...
One moment...
"I surrender. I submit. I shall atone the trouble I have caused to my superior foe. Your stubbornness is greater than mine, for your will alone brought down the Empire of mine. I am dead in more ways than one, I have but one sole wish now. I can not deceive you in saying that I am, and my servants are, ill prepared for any conflict, and we are weak. You may hate what I am and what I represented, but I hope you shall consider the possibility of mine and my servants bondage to you- Mand'alor. This is my Broken League of Sith Nothing's, I pray you dare not shoot us down, if you admit our passage.
"I am Voracitos, and I escort myself to your prisons."
"The Red Legion," The Darth chuckled, "How appropriate." The Mandalorians were expanding, and prospering, and not only that, they seemed to be expressing only a hint of aggression toward the Republic now. That was good. Very good, but unrelated. Long ago he had promised the Mandalorians Victory after his death, it turns how he was very much correct. Victory had been achieved, and now they were left with nothing but allies to sate their aggression. Though of course, there was a rising sect of the Sith who seemed on the rise... or perhaps two of them. It was difficult to tell.
Regardless, he had to make his move. But first, he had to address his problem of lording over the League. He is their equal, and thus it should be at least discussed with them to a thorough extent. They needed to get their act together if they were to do this thing. He recognized the power of the Mandalorians now, and he decidedly wanted it very bad. Not necessarily out of malignant intent, he had never wanted aggression towards the Mandalorians. They would make good allies if they weren't as stubborn as his former "brethren".
Perhaps there was a way to rectify this. As evident from their sacking of Dromund Kaas, they wanted a fill of Justice. He felt that there was still a lingering feeling to obtain this "Justice". Perhaps he could help with this... for a time obviously. Because on the day of Keldabe's Nuke, he was after all, technically in charge, thus responsible for the actions of his blood thirsty minions. He could turn himself in to them. He also held the technology of Force Containment Collars. Though he felt they had something similar at this point already. A number of factions had already made their high security prison collars after his own anyway. But one could never be too sure, it may be something he could offer. Additionally, if he could convince his League Members of it, he might even offer them all up as volunteer "prisoners" wearing the collars. However of course, they would not be prisoners in the sense that he would be, they would work along side Mandalorians, punishing Overseers who would train them of their ways whether they knew it or not. They would all be under the guise of Red Legionaries, after the price was paid for the Mandalorians trust. It wold be a most wonderful rouse, infiltrating their ranks to "Protect Ziost in the sake of religious freedom".
They would pledge allegiance to the Mandalore and mean it, they would fight in their battles, expand their empire, and quell and sedition within them... until such a time came opportune to "Protect" Ziost from the Mandalorians. The Red League Redemption Betrayal. They would have to be VERY careful with this, one wrong move and they might just become actual prisoners. But it was a risk worth taking if it meant gaining Mandalorian Resources... even for a short time it was worth it. The more resources they had the stronger their momentum would become. It was only a matter of time.
Outside Mandalorian Space, just before the final jump to Ziost began, he summoned the Various Warlords to the bridges of the ships they were being ferried upon. He called a meeting via Hologram. This would be the final talk, the final say in the decision to assimilate into the Mandalorian Infrastructure, with the vision of uprising against them later. He hoped his plan would be well received.
"Fellow Warlords, the League convenes here at a pivot of history. We are weak, and our enemies are strong. There is a saying, that if one can not beat their enemy, they should join them. Today, is when I plan to do just that. But we are all equals. A "vote" of sorts must take place before I proceed with my plan. Using our Mandalorian League Members as ambassadors, I hope to convince the Mandalore that we can be trusted in our hour of weakness, enough to be secluded to a singular world- Ziost, our original meeting place. So then, I must know the answer, who will follow me into the deepest depths of one of our greatest adversaries during the time of the Empire?" He asked them all. If the vote was well received, then the plan would go so much smoother for him.
Whilst doing this, he attempted to establish some kind of communication with the what counted as the Mandalorian Embassy. He didn't want to turn this into a skirmish, that would negate everything he planned to do. That obviously, would be unacceptable. With his trips across the galaxy, recently Voracitos had forged a body he would use to manipulate into his schemes. For the coming days, weeks, or months, he would experience life through the eyes of his strange creation. It appeared human in every way, despite its unnatural conception. Once the plot was ready, the body would decay near instantly into dust. This would be his "Mandalorian Face".
----
Message to the Mandalorian Embassy incoming...
One moment...
"I surrender. I submit. I shall atone the trouble I have caused to my superior foe. Your stubbornness is greater than mine, for your will alone brought down the Empire of mine. I am dead in more ways than one, I have but one sole wish now. I can not deceive you in saying that I am, and my servants are, ill prepared for any conflict, and we are weak. You may hate what I am and what I represented, but I hope you shall consider the possibility of mine and my servants bondage to you- Mand'alor. This is my Broken League of Sith Nothing's, I pray you dare not shoot us down, if you admit our passage.
"I am Voracitos, and I escort myself to your prisons."
