Faction March of the Dreadborne || SO Second Legion

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Vigfjall
TAG: OPEN

Lahag Erli had endured conquest before, and the surface still bore the evidence of it. Ancient stone cities lay half claimed by jungle growth, their avenues split by roots and time, their towers leaning as if remembering an age when they had ruled the horizon. The planet did not feel abandoned so much as patient, as though it understood that silence was never permanent.

The Second Legion arrived without negotiation.

Orbital fire struck the upper plateaus in controlled sequences, not to erase the ruins but to shatter access points and clear landing corridors. Canopy collapsed under concussive force, and long forgotten plazas fractured where age had already weakened them. Whatever remained beneath the surface was given no illusion of safety.

Dropships descended in disciplined formation, their shadows sweeping across stone that had not known war in generations. The first waves hit hard, establishing fire zones and perimeter control within moments of touchdown. Infantry pushed forward through broken arches and vine choked corridors while heavy units advanced behind them, breaching sealed structures with practiced efficiency. Engineers moved under cover, already marking viable salvage points as the assault continued around them.

This was not an occupation meant to inspire loyalty. It was a raid intended to strip a world of value and leave it unable to resist what followed.

Resistance surfaced only after the Legion had already taken ground. Ancient defense systems awakened from dormancy, discharging ionized fire from concealed emplacements built for a different era of war. The response was immediate and decisive. Shields flared. Countermeasures adapted. Relic weapons failed under sustained modern assault, and the echoes of their final discharges died quickly in the open halls.

Gerwald Lechner entered the ruins once the outer structures were secured. His presence pressed outward through the Force with deliberate intent, not violent but unmistakable. Whatever awareness lingered in the foundations of the city recoiled or fell silent. The Second Legion did not pause for interpretation.

Orders moved through the ranks with clarity. Anything of technological, structural, or symbolic value was to be seized. Anything that could not be extracted intact was to be documented and rendered unusable. The past was not being studied. It was being claimed.

As night fell, controlled fires burned through the surrounding jungle to expose secondary routes and hidden sublevels. Smoke rose into the upper atmosphere in steady columns, visible to any who cared to look. Power systems buried beneath centuries of collapse were forced online, flooding inner chambers with harsh artificial light. Legion banners replaced fallen statuary, not as decoration but as declaration.

Gerwald stood at the edge of the central complex and watched the ruins respond to intrusion with heat, sound, and failure. He felt no reverence for what had been lost here. History did not belong to those who built it. It belonged to those who could take it.

The raid on Lahag Erli was underway, and the world would not be quiet again.

 

[Irina Jesart]

The ruins and jungle of Lahag Erli provided little resistance, crumpling beneath every footfall and withering before every fire the Second Legion brought to bear, it was...lacking. Irina had hoped for more, her whole body seemed to be itching for a fight without rhyme or reason. Maybe it was her eagerness for the coming campaign or maybe it was there was more going on beneath the surface that she couldn't put her finger on.

Fire curled from her hands, enveloping the patch of jungle ahead of her, bending to her will. The trees hissed and popped expelling their moisture in clouds of steam before the heat brought them down, leaves curled and withered away from the heat. This was grunt work, but it was an outlet she needed. Her hand retracted and the fire died down with it. those that had been patiently waiting behind her moved without words, clearing aside the ashes, discussing new paths and marking things on maps that seemed wholly irrelevant.

Irina turned away, making her way back to central complex, scanning the work around them. the ruins of an ancient civilisation should have interested her, she should have wanted to learn more about them. Yet every time the thought crossed her mind something louder cut across it. They are dead, what could possibly be learned from them?

Whatever brooding might have been in her expression vanished the moment she stepped into the central complex and in sight of her Master. She didn't bother to offer a report, things were proceeding as expected, there was no need to tell him when he could see the smoke rising of his own accord.

"Are we building here, Master?"

Gerwald Lechner

 

[Varin Mortifer]

Lahag Erli, an unknown planet to Varin. It hadn't been that long ago when he had joined the second legion, already he was called to arms. The drop ships had landed and he was one of the few to first drop in. The ancient security was no match for their arsenal, nor were they prepared for the being they engaged.

Lord Lechner called for a raid, and he called for fire. He would deliver. Working on the opposite side as Irina, he figured he would help clear the surrounding areas of overgrowth.

Banners were raised as a declaration of claim over the ruined civilization. The Second Legion had come, and its warriors were hungry.

After he cleared out the last closest area of ancient security he disengaged his saber and hooked it to his belt. The runes on his flesh had branded his very armor leaving the same inscriptions to glow on its surface. The red visor of his helm illuminated the room with a menacing crimson, and his heavy metallic bootfalls heralded a tempo of destruction to come.

He had held himself back more than he usually did, he was told only to burn the excess, and to open passages.

He turned around to face part of the squadron that had followed him, and gave them a slow nod of the room being clear. Towering over most of them he walked past them and made his way to the central complex, ready for his next orders.

As he made his way in he saw both Lord Lechner and Irina, he stopped a good distance back so not to interrupt any conversation and folded his hands behind his back. The smoldering cloak spitting small embers and sparks that flew like fireflies behind him.

He would not speak unless spoken to.

Irina Jesart | Gerwald Lechner​