Susanoo Tsukuyomi
Atrisia's Western Wolf
"Hello. I will not apologize for the interruption. Your previous routines, the 'security' of your former postings, were an illusion. A comfortable lie that the galaxy can be managed with rules and compromises.
But in the spirit of clarity a principle this galaxy has tragically forgotten I thought we should mark this day. Not with a holiday, but with a moment of stark reflection. There are, of course, those who would prefer we remain silent. Even now, I expect signals are being sent, and ships are being scrambled to find us. Why? Because while a turbolaser can silence a dissident, a truth, once spoken, cannot be un-heard. Words provide the framework for reality. And the reality is, there is a terminal sickness infecting this galaxy, is there not?
Decay and dependency. Sentimentality and cowardice. Where once strength and order were the standards by which civilizations prospered, we now have scavengers and sympathizers, clinging to the corpse of the old order, demanding we sacrifice efficiency for the sake of their comfort.
How did this happen? Who is accountable? There are certainly factions more culpable than others. But if you are searching for the root cause, you need only consider the collective failure of will. I know why it was tolerated. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? Chaos, war, the collapse of everything you knew. A cascade of crises designed to overwhelm your judgment and reward your compliance. Fear became your master, and in your desperation, you turned to the failing Alliance, to the warlords, to the Jedi. They promised you safety. They promised you peace. And all they demanded in return was your surrender to the inevitable decline.
Yesterday, I chose to reject that surrender. Yesterday, I scoured the colony on Terros Prime. Not out of malice, but to remind this sector of a truth it has worked so hard to forget. Nearly a generation ago, the Empire, for all its flaws, understood a fundamental principle: that strength is the only true currency of survival. Its hope was to impose an order that would last for ten thousand years. So if the current state of the galaxy remains acceptable to you… if the weakness you see seems natural… then I suggest you return to your hiding places and await the next catastrophe.
But if you see what I see a galaxy in need of a surgical purge if you understand, as I do, that mercy to the weak is tyranny against the future… then I ask you to take your place in the reborn Shadow Wing. Together, we will not just win a war. We will administer a cure. And we will give this galaxy a lesson in consequences that shall never, ever be forgotten."
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To detail the key non-player characters that form the command structure of Shadow Wing, providing distinct and compelling personalities for writers to interact with in role-play.
- Image Credit: Generated by AI
- Permissions: N/A
- Links:
- Shadow Wing
- Isla Sable "Shadow Leader"
- Crew Name: The Inner Circle of Shadow Wing
- Crew Type: Comrades-in-Arms / Special Operations Cell
- Base of Operations: Quasar Fire-class cruiser-carrier (Mobile)
- Crew Size: 5
- Loyalties: Commander Isla Sable
- Description: This crew comprises five key individuals who form the heart of Shadow Wing. They are more than subordinates; they are disciples of Isla Sable's ideology, each embodying a different aspect of her crusade. They are bound by a shared belief in strength and a fanatical loyalty to their commander.
- Name: Captain Jax "Vice" Vex
- Age: Late 20s
- Species: Human
- Role: Shadow Two, Elite Dogfighter
- Languages: Basic, Military Sign Language
- Description: An adrenaline nihilist. Jax cares nothing for ideology, only for the pure thrill of the kill. Isla is his perfect huntmaster, providing him with elite starfighters and endless targets. He is a predator in the cockpit, relying on preternatural instinct to make suicidal-seeming maneuvers that systematically dismantle his enemies.
- Name: Lieutenant Commander Arden "Oracle" Kaine
- Age: Early 30s
- Species: Human
- Role: Shadow Three, Intelligence & Communications Specialist
- Languages: Basic, Binary
- Description: The unit's analyst and a true believer in Isla's cause from an intellectual standpoint. Arden weaponizes information, building detailed psychological and tactical profiles on their enemies. He directs the wing to exploit emotional and strategic weaknesses, seeing the galaxy's conflicts as a series of solvable data problems.
- Name: Lyra "Siren"
- Age: Mid 20s
- Species: Human
- Role: Shadow Four, Pilot & Psychological Operations Specialist
- Languages: Basic, High Galactic
- Description: A charismatic pilot personally seduced and groomed by Isla after defecting from Reaper Squadron and the Hidden Path. Lyra is a living symbol of Isla's new path coldly aligned by ideology rather than warm emotion. She is fiercely devoted and uses her knowledge of the Squadrons history as a weapon to unbalance her opponents in combat.
- Name: Sergeant Kaelen "Wraith" Mordane
- Age: Late 20s
- Species: Human
- Role: Infiltrator & Saboteur
- Languages: Basic, Military Sign Language
- Description: A quiet and deadly infiltrator who believes in Isla's philosophy on a practical level. Kaelen specializes in making the unit's threats materialize behind enemy lines, whether through planting tracking beacons, sabotage, or assassination. They are the physical proof that no place is safe from Shadow Wing's reach.
- Name: Chief Petty Officer Silas "Patch" Rook
- Age: Early 40s
- Species: Human
- Role: Chief Engineer & Logistics Officer
- Languages: Basic, Binary, Huttese (for underworld bartering)
- Description: A grizzled, pragmatic genius who keeps Shadow Wing flying. Silas has no grand illusions about ideology; his philosophy is simple: a well-tuned engine is the only truth he trusts. He is fiercely loyal to Isla because she provides him with the galaxy's most interesting engineering challenges and the freedom to solve them without bureaucratic interference. He can coax performance from a battered engine that would baffle factory specs, and his network of underworld contacts is essential for acquiring rare parts and fuel. He views the pilots as his "problem children" and their starfighters as his charges, maintaining their TIE Defenders with a mix of profound expertise and superstitious ritual.
This inner circle was assembled painstakingly by Commander Isla Sable in the wake of galactic collapse. She did not recruit for simple skill, but for ideological alignment or, in the case of Silas "Patch" Rook, indispensable utility. She found Jax in a gladiatorial pit, Arden in a forgotten intelligence bureau, Lyra in the ranks of the disillusioned, and Kaelen in the shadows of special operations. She discovered "Patch" running a thriving black-market tech operation out of a scrapyard on a forgotten world, his reputation for mechanical miracles preceding him. She forged them into a weapon in her own image, each member finding in her philosophy—or her promise of unlimited resources for his work—an answer to their own disillusionment. They are not just a military unit; they are a purification cult built around starfighters and blaster bolts, bound together by the absolute conviction that their commander is the only one who truly understands the galaxy's sickness, and that they are the cure.