Tyrant Queen of Darkness
QUEENSGUARD — Reforged In Shadow
The Daragon Trail has gone quiet.
A convoy slipped from the shadow of Peragus II three nights past — a small fleet of freighters heavy with steel and promise. Their holds are said to carry the bones of old wars: shattered beskar, lost weapons, relics pried from the wreckage of a forgotten Mandalorian age. They fly beneath the banners of a lesser reclamation firm, its insignia borrowed to hide the truth of who paid for the shipment. The route was chosen for secrecy.
But already, the void stirs.
Reports speak of lights cutting across the Trail where no star should burn, of transponders failing, of crews whispering that something hunts them. The escorts grow restless. Men pray to the forge and keep their helmets on even in their bunks. They do not know who waits for them beyond the asteroid fields, only that every transmission ends in static.
There is a purpose behind the silence. Somewhere between Peragus and Mandalore, the Queen's Guard prepares to strike. No fanfare, no declaration — only the hiss of torches breaching hulls and the stillness that follows. By the time the last distress signal dies, the trail will be littered with nothing but drifting shadows and open crates.
The plan:
Stage I — The ambush above Peragus. Sabotage the engines, jam the signals, and cripple the convoy before it can scatter.
Stage II — The boarding begins. Secure the cargoholds, fight through Mandalorian defenders and corporate security, and seize the beskar and prototype weapons before reinforcements arrive. Precision and brutality in equal measure.
Stage III — With the holds taken, the Guard must vanish as they came. Eliminate or convert survivors, erase all traces, and escape into the Daragon Trail's shadow before Mandalorian patrols respond.
And yet, somewhere in that silence — opportunity.
Rumors pass between comms channels like ghost signals. Some say the Guard seek nothing but blood; others whisper they come for what lies inside the convoy's holds, for what the Mandalorians thought they could hide. Whatever the truth, the Daragon Trail will soon decide who claims the spoils.
The question is who dares to ride it.
Mercenaries, pilots, soldiers — all are welcome to test their fate in the void between worlds. Some will fight for Mandalore's honor, others for coin, others still for the Dark Lady's unseen hand. But when the clamps lock and the stars go out, sides will matter less than survival.
The Daragon Trail burns. Will you burn with it — or light the way?
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