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(Slower thread as most of us are preparing for Thanksgiving festivities)
The Malleus Maleficarum was en route to Mustafar. The newly christened warship was built for the express purpose of serving the Dread Legions' needs, be they combat or domestic. The legions would have a home aboard the massive vessel, and have access to one of the galaxy's greatest warships at a moment's notice. It allowed the legions to operate without being dependent on the Galactic Alliance for fleet support, and that was all too important given recent developments.
The legion had grown as of late. New initiates and pages were flowing in from every corner of the galaxy. Tales of the Knights' heroics in recent battles had spread across the stars. Impressionable young men and women were signing on regularly, all to the High Lord's excitement. Once again, the Dreadguard had an army, and once more, they would strike out against the hordes of malignancy that plagued their galaxy. The days of the One Sith and their cohorts were numbered.
Mustafar was chosen as the first world to take on the Great Crusade for a reason. Its volcanoes provided the perfect forges for the Forge Lord and his apprentices. The armor that Knights donned could not be mass produced; the Forge Lord would need to build each set individually. The various war blades, battle axes, and war hammers would need to be forged here as well. The fact that the planet was easily defended given its monstrous landscape and unforgiving atmosphere only made it more appealing.
What better capital for the legions than a land borne of smoke and ash?
The MM was just exiting hyperspace when Rook strode up the gangway to address his gathered legions. Scribes such as [member="Urya Uvatera"], ones who would keep the legion from falling apart, Knights the likes of [member="Malleus Scandarum"], [member="[member="Morgana Sokolov"]"], and @Kiyron; the hands of the legions. The honored veterans, [member="Kix Tal'Verda"], [member="Canal"], and [member="Kage"], each brought back by promises of brotherhood, glory, and worthy battle. His Tribunes stood on either side of the pedestal, both [member="Ylvaris Desman"], the demon, and [member="Ijaat Akun"], the beast.
The Knights would be undergoing their augmentations shortly. The Scribes would begin their disconnection from the force. Specialized surgeons and droids waited to begin the process in the back of the room. From the top of his perch, the armor-clad figure of the High Lord spoke.
"Dreadguard, today begins our great crusade! We will take the Southern Systems for our own and establish an era of peace in these chaotic lands. We have no support here save for Galactic Alliance volunteers. Today, we take Mustafar, our future capital and forge world. Tomorrow, the entire southern swath of the galaxy. Look on either side of you, for this is your family. These brave men and women, your brothers and sisters, will fight alongside you in the coming wars. You will come to know them as we take to battle. The process you are about to undertake will change you. Knights will be the peak of physical excellence. No other human can challenge you. Scribes, you like the Knights will be disconnected from the force. No religious fanatic will ever hold any power over you!"
A pause.
"Together, we are one! Death to the False Emperor!"
The Malleus Maleficarum was en route to Mustafar. The newly christened warship was built for the express purpose of serving the Dread Legions' needs, be they combat or domestic. The legions would have a home aboard the massive vessel, and have access to one of the galaxy's greatest warships at a moment's notice. It allowed the legions to operate without being dependent on the Galactic Alliance for fleet support, and that was all too important given recent developments.
The legion had grown as of late. New initiates and pages were flowing in from every corner of the galaxy. Tales of the Knights' heroics in recent battles had spread across the stars. Impressionable young men and women were signing on regularly, all to the High Lord's excitement. Once again, the Dreadguard had an army, and once more, they would strike out against the hordes of malignancy that plagued their galaxy. The days of the One Sith and their cohorts were numbered.
Mustafar was chosen as the first world to take on the Great Crusade for a reason. Its volcanoes provided the perfect forges for the Forge Lord and his apprentices. The armor that Knights donned could not be mass produced; the Forge Lord would need to build each set individually. The various war blades, battle axes, and war hammers would need to be forged here as well. The fact that the planet was easily defended given its monstrous landscape and unforgiving atmosphere only made it more appealing.
What better capital for the legions than a land borne of smoke and ash?
The MM was just exiting hyperspace when Rook strode up the gangway to address his gathered legions. Scribes such as [member="Urya Uvatera"], ones who would keep the legion from falling apart, Knights the likes of [member="Malleus Scandarum"], [member="[member="Morgana Sokolov"]"], and @Kiyron; the hands of the legions. The honored veterans, [member="Kix Tal'Verda"], [member="Canal"], and [member="Kage"], each brought back by promises of brotherhood, glory, and worthy battle. His Tribunes stood on either side of the pedestal, both [member="Ylvaris Desman"], the demon, and [member="Ijaat Akun"], the beast.
The Knights would be undergoing their augmentations shortly. The Scribes would begin their disconnection from the force. Specialized surgeons and droids waited to begin the process in the back of the room. From the top of his perch, the armor-clad figure of the High Lord spoke.
"Dreadguard, today begins our great crusade! We will take the Southern Systems for our own and establish an era of peace in these chaotic lands. We have no support here save for Galactic Alliance volunteers. Today, we take Mustafar, our future capital and forge world. Tomorrow, the entire southern swath of the galaxy. Look on either side of you, for this is your family. These brave men and women, your brothers and sisters, will fight alongside you in the coming wars. You will come to know them as we take to battle. The process you are about to undertake will change you. Knights will be the peak of physical excellence. No other human can challenge you. Scribes, you like the Knights will be disconnected from the force. No religious fanatic will ever hold any power over you!"
A pause.
"Together, we are one! Death to the False Emperor!"