M E A T B A G
Qonto - Qonto System - Outer Rim Territories
Scattered Remnants of the Rebel Alliance Fleet.
It was above the neutral world of Qonto that their paltry flotilla gathered in the hopes of bringing this system into their confidence, and into their collective thereafter. However, after their failure and defeat at the Battle of Gree, these self-styled Rebels found themselves unable to inspire conviction in those that once believed in their creed. How could a planet throw its weight behind a cause that was coming apart at the seems? With more and more desertions stacking up on an almost daily basis - it was an almost impossible task to bring new souls into the fold. Yet, despite these hard truths of reality, there were those that believed in the cause; who figured that hope itself would carry the day. It worked for those that came before when they rose up and fought against the Emperor Palpatine - thus they saw little difference in their plight against the relentless march of the Sith Empire resurgent.
The people of Qonto were no fools, however, they knew of the horrors that were wrought upon the worlds that didn’t bow down to the Sith Emperor’s right to rule. As a collective, they knew that if they had thrown themselves behind a lost cause - then the worst fates imaginable would await them. Thus, with the remnants of the feeble alliance in orbit the Qonto, not the system but the people themselves, secretly sought to deny their dark futures by making a deal with the supposed devil himself. They contacted the Sith Empire and informed them that their enemy had forcibly made their skies home. The Qonto asked that someone be sent to dispatch them and that in gratitude - they’d pledge themselves in service to their Imperial-cause. As their response, however, the Sith Empire had sent the Golden Company; contracted mercenaries who specialized in hunting down seditious wretches and putting them to the torch. However, they wouldn’t be sent alone - as those amongst the Order of the Sith who called themselves Valkyries would be sent as well.
Let those that seek to defy the Sith Emperor to be punished by those who bring death from above.
He was eager to finish this fight, as the memories of the battle of Gree were still fresh in his mind. The man recalled when their transport was shot down, and the man he was forced to carry as they charged towards an Alliance-held city. It wasn’t something that the, at that time, Twisuns Legate expected himself doing in the heat of the moment, nor was it the most tactically sound decision to make. Who, in their right mind, would burden themselves with the weight of another as they charged towards a fortified position? Apparently, it was enough to give the self-styled Rebels a moment’s pause, as they stared on with disbelief. Not only were they dying in droves under the pressure and might of the Sith-Imperial war machine, but they were cut down by a madman in gold, with the body of a comrade thrown over his shoulder too? That was madness.
However, as the ashes of battle began to settle - Khonsu was denied his glory. It went to another, as they surged through the gap and punched deep into the heart of the enemy’s stronghold. Ever since that moment, it has been a black stain on his honour that would only be washed away in the blood of these remaining dregs. There was no other option for him now; no other recourse that could be made. The blood of anyone else would simply add to the mark, and bring the newly christened Praetor nothing but shame. Therefore, the Thychani Warlord wanted to end this ordeal quickly - slaying whatever paltry remnants of the Alliance forces remained to plague the universe with their filth.
As they finished their rituals the Myrmidons - who the entire task force was named after - roused themselves from the flight deck and crowned themselves with polished gold. With the all too familiar sound of their suit’s atmospherically sealing, and their high-velocity jetpacks thrumming with barely contained fury; the Sun Guard were ready for battle.
Now, all that remained was for the others who dwelled within the fluted bowels Solvognen to claim the same - then the Operation would begin in earnest.
Scattered Remnants of the Rebel Alliance Fleet.
In the aftermath of the tumultuous Invasion of Gree, the former capital of the band of rebellious souls that dared to form an alliance, and brazenly assault the world of Dubrillion in the name of freedom; those that survived scattered to the winds. Their fledgling navy, comprised of old Dominion and Republic vessels, took to the stars - and fled from the battle in hopes of living out another day. They achieved their goal in some regard, as the Sith-Imperial war machine focused its sights elsewhere - seeking to snuff out the embers of what the Silver Jedi had abandoned in their attempt to flee from the coming retribution. They were free to move beyond the burgeoning Empire’s borders, and recruit more willing aspirants to their cause. The seeds of rebellion, or at least their version of it, would continue onwards until they were strong enough to strike again whilst the Empire’s gaze was averted elsewhere.It was above the neutral world of Qonto that their paltry flotilla gathered in the hopes of bringing this system into their confidence, and into their collective thereafter. However, after their failure and defeat at the Battle of Gree, these self-styled Rebels found themselves unable to inspire conviction in those that once believed in their creed. How could a planet throw its weight behind a cause that was coming apart at the seems? With more and more desertions stacking up on an almost daily basis - it was an almost impossible task to bring new souls into the fold. Yet, despite these hard truths of reality, there were those that believed in the cause; who figured that hope itself would carry the day. It worked for those that came before when they rose up and fought against the Emperor Palpatine - thus they saw little difference in their plight against the relentless march of the Sith Empire resurgent.
The people of Qonto were no fools, however, they knew of the horrors that were wrought upon the worlds that didn’t bow down to the Sith Emperor’s right to rule. As a collective, they knew that if they had thrown themselves behind a lost cause - then the worst fates imaginable would await them. Thus, with the remnants of the feeble alliance in orbit the Qonto, not the system but the people themselves, secretly sought to deny their dark futures by making a deal with the supposed devil himself. They contacted the Sith Empire and informed them that their enemy had forcibly made their skies home. The Qonto asked that someone be sent to dispatch them and that in gratitude - they’d pledge themselves in service to their Imperial-cause. As their response, however, the Sith Empire had sent the Golden Company; contracted mercenaries who specialized in hunting down seditious wretches and putting them to the torch. However, they wouldn’t be sent alone - as those amongst the Order of the Sith who called themselves Valkyries would be sent as well.
Let those that seek to defy the Sith Emperor to be punished by those who bring death from above.
With his high-crested helm tucked beneath his arm, Khonsu found himself on the verge of pacing the flight deck of the deployment hangar as the rest of his Cohort finished with their rituals of preparation. He was eager to finish this fight, as the memories of the battle of Gree were still fresh in his mind. The man recalled when their transport was shot down, and the man he was forced to carry as they charged towards an Alliance-held city. It wasn’t something that the, at that time, Twisuns Legate expected himself doing in the heat of the moment, nor was it the most tactically sound decision to make. Who, in their right mind, would burden themselves with the weight of another as they charged towards a fortified position? Apparently, it was enough to give the self-styled Rebels a moment’s pause, as they stared on with disbelief. Not only were they dying in droves under the pressure and might of the Sith-Imperial war machine, but they were cut down by a madman in gold, with the body of a comrade thrown over his shoulder too? That was madness.
However, as the ashes of battle began to settle - Khonsu was denied his glory. It went to another, as they surged through the gap and punched deep into the heart of the enemy’s stronghold. Ever since that moment, it has been a black stain on his honour that would only be washed away in the blood of these remaining dregs. There was no other option for him now; no other recourse that could be made. The blood of anyone else would simply add to the mark, and bring the newly christened Praetor nothing but shame. Therefore, the Thychani Warlord wanted to end this ordeal quickly - slaying whatever paltry remnants of the Alliance forces remained to plague the universe with their filth.
As they finished their rituals the Myrmidons - who the entire task force was named after - roused themselves from the flight deck and crowned themselves with polished gold. With the all too familiar sound of their suit’s atmospherically sealing, and their high-velocity jetpacks thrumming with barely contained fury; the Sun Guard were ready for battle.
Now, all that remained was for the others who dwelled within the fluted bowels Solvognen to claim the same - then the Operation would begin in earnest.
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