Julian Viles Priest
Character
Dxun, Onderon
Manda Ka'ra Operation: Moon Siege
Objectives:
- Regain old Mandalorian Base
- Clear out Renegade Mandos
- Possible new objectives as the operation goes on
The frigate, the Grim, came out of hyperspace just has it neared Onderon, a planet with Sith history so far back, it was sickening almost how it was overlooked sometimes. Aboard this frigate were many Mandalorians gearing up for a nasty fire fight about to happen on Onderon's moon, Dxun. Reports from the sacking of Onderon presented an hold out post with Neo Crusader etched into it from a time long ago. Digging into it, Julian found that this indeed had been a outpost lead by none other Canderous Ordo, a Mandalore who was friends with the Sith Lord Revan. It was here Ordo had planned to rebuild the Mandalorian people, and it was here that Julian would do the same. He guessed it was all part of following the foot steps of the dead, and fallen. So far only Clan Priest was present in this new birth, he had hoped more would come to their side later down the road. Mandalore had fallen into a pathetic spiral, and the Death Watch were a plague it seemed even they could not cure. Julian, if he stopped and tried to think about, could remember he had once been in their ranks, though he wasn't sure why. The Vahla despised the renegades as terrorists, murderers, thieves, and the true dar'manda. With the One Sith on his side, he would bring this all to justice, he had to. On the bridge of the Grim, Julian stood with his Mando Breaker light armor in full dress, helmet equipped and all. His back held two katanas, and his hips two pistols. Back in the armor, his personal rifle could be found, and with it, his old armor as well. At the moment, Julian was feeling the need to crush someone's skull in, frustration from all sorts was building up inside him. From his responsibilities to Vahl, the Sith, and his own people, Julian had a plate full.
He sighed.
Vahl watch over me as I walk this path. Lead me in the right direction, and protect my people.
Most of clan Priest accepted the Ember of Vahl as apart of their belief now, most were not Vahla either. They're choice to side with him, and the Sith had proven them worthy to be apart of the fire the Goddess burned.
On a side note, many Mandos went back and forth on the bridge, relaying information and data as it came. Scans showed that many life forms were present on the moon, and that half of them were under the protection of a person who's name did not ring a bell to him. They would have to be careful aiming down their sights and making sure each shot met it's mark. Otherwise, he would feel the wrath of someone...scary.
Julian stood before a viewpoint on the bridge, as if watching the moon while they orbited it with his hands across his chest. Really, he was meditating, feeling the force around him. The darkside ebbed off the moon, caressing his cheeks, freezing him to the bone. Behind him, a Mando saluted him, Julian saw his reflection, which shook him out of the terribly sublime state.
"Yes?"
Julian's voice came out cold, and low. The Mando seemed to flinch a little at his words, Julian could just imagine that he was being stared up and down because of his armor.
"The clan is half way prepped sir. Rally masters are finishing up their debriefings, and others are loading up the tanks, and speeders for touch down. Was there anything else you wanted done before we begin our descent?"
The Mando was older than him by maybe four years, but it was not strange for a young clan leader to be apparent. You showed you mettle by strength, honor, and courage. Julian had all this and more.
He shook his head no, and turned back around to watch the moon come closer, falling back in his awesomely cold state of mind.
