Part I - "Lost and Missed"
Hundreds of tiny specks trooped across the landscape hugging the jagged cliffside. Precise formations and calculated movements were the only descriptions that could be given of the mass of legionnaires marching below. Each one surged forward with military might, their chests puffed out, shoulders set back, heads held high. They all bore their new unit’s respective shoulder patches: the crimson star of the 119th, the grey shield of the 120th, the crossed rifles of the 121st. The crimson stars were the ones less seen, though. The legionnaires of that unit bathed in a liquid of similar hue had risen from the bottom of the totem pole, molded in the hands of a single man. They were bred for war, for combat, for endless violence, all for the sake of the Fringe.
It was how soldiers were made. They existed for the sole purpose to follow or lead, and rarely did those leaders make great changes in the galaxy. It was saddening. The lack of exemplary leadership and the resolve to alter history was not surprising. Only those with strength, courage, intelligence, and honor could do so. Almost 99% of the entire galaxy lacked almost all of those virtues. They lacked the strength to make change, the courage to stand firm in their ideals, the intelligence to spot openings and greatness, and the honor to have a moral base. But these marching men and women, they held those virtues. They strove for the Fringe, they died for the Fringe. More importantly, the lived for the Fringe.
They were a legacy. Dranok Lussk’s legacy.
Dranok Lussk was their leader. A man that stood triumphant over dozens of blazing worlds and multitudes of corpse mountains. His progression in the Empire was almost nonexistent given the shell of a man that he had been. Broken, scarred, unfeeling. He’d been like that his whole life up until then. A young Dranok was ignored by his parents, resented by his “friends”, and grew up with nobody to call his own. That was the case until he finally broke and isolated himself on Ziost, accepting the world’s frosty climate to blend with his soul. As with the Force’s mysterious ways, he discovered something he never expected out in the frigid wilderness. His daughter.
A light was found. But the bigger the light, the bigger the shadow it casts.
Those words rang true when the man found himself trapped away in the endless bureaucracy and administrative tasks the Fringe had him doing in service of their Navy. He practically built their military with his own two hands. Sleep deprived, weary, and riddled with memories; he succumbed to the darkness yet again. The shadows shrouded him, his scarred hands losing grip of the peak of light, tumbling down the jagged slope into the vast abyss of an eerie nothingness.
That nothingness turned into reality as Dranok gazed of the viewport. A heavy durasteel frame set the sides of the plasteel window, the thick armor of the Ascended Demon. His ever-faithful companion in almost everything he did. The Hapan manufactured Nova-class Battlecruiser was his for the taking of a too-good-to-be-true price during a system-wide corporate meeting back when be handled business affairs on his own. So he jumped up, snagged the Hapan executive, and purchased the vessel. It was used, a few loving dents occupied the broadsides of the hull, but they didn't affect its capability. The Hapan turbolasers were old, however, retaining their weakness as they had for ages. The sluggish recharge rate wasn't to Lussk’s liking, so he replaced them.
Replacements were always needed. However, the Lord Admiral preferred to clutch on to things that were of use. Which was why he’d assembled those he knew for this particular assignment. The task at hand wasn't one foreign to him, but a crucial one. Foreign Affairs missions like this always had the possibility of failure, and to combat this, he selected only the most qualified to follow him. @[member="Jared Ovmar"] and @[member="Tarika Sadow"] were both Fringers, both Knights of the Prophets. They were to serve as ambassadors to Csilla, the Chiss homeworld. The other pair of girls were not recognized by anyone on the crew besides Dranok himself. @[member="Paega Anginous"], a Sith, was his apprentice. That being said, she had to accompany him almost everywhere he went to observe him and learn. @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"], was the most important one to him. She was his daughter. The Sith gave her some shore time now that she’d recently become a Knight as well, and she’d surprised Dranok with a suggested meetup. He may have been on Fringe business, but he couldn’t pass the chance up.
Footsteps rang out behind the robed man. The golden-eyed figure swiveled on his heels to spot an officer tromping towards him, a datapad in hand. The most dangerous thing in the galaxy is a Lieutenant with a map and a compass. Dranok smiled at the age-old veterans saying about the newly christened Lieutenants from the Academy. With hands clasped at the small of his back, the Lord Admiral fully turned to face the young man. The Lieutenant’s gaze wavered upon locking eyes with Dranok’s, a slight sprinkle of hesitance resting in his eyes.
He snapped a sharp salute, which Dranok returned. “Sir, your assistants for the assignment are gathered in the commons area. Would you like them to report here?”
“Yes, please. Thank you, Lieutenant.” Dranok gave a tight smile and a nod to the young man, who saluted once again and about faced to carry out his orders.
Within minutes, the loudspeaker rang out with the young man’s voice. “All key mission personnel, please report to the bridge. I repeat: all key mission personnel, report to the bridge. That is all.” It died out with the signature click. The Lord Admiral still kept his position at the point of the bridge, his analytic eyes surveying the crewmen working dutifully on their terminals and officers who power-walked back and forth to check on their sectors of authority.
Dranok smiled. He would be the one to change the galaxy.
OOC: Welcome to the first part of the Forgotten Blades Campaign! All tagged characters, feel free to reply whenever you choose. You may only post once for the time being to get a posting order arranged. Get used to seeing these OOC notices below my posts, they'll serve as reminders, suggestions, and summaries of things that've happened during the campaign. Again, welcome to Forgotten Blades and have fun!
The current setting is Dranok and his ship ascending from a landing pad near the Rattatak cliffside graduation ceremony. The 4 participants of the thread will be residing in the Demon's commons area where other legionnaires and crewmen are relaxing off-duty.