D O M I N U S
Aboard the Sanctum - Aduba III Orbit
The pleas of the innocent would not go unheeded.
From the depths of hyperspace surged forth a taskforce, Confederate in origin. There were a multitude of ships, of various ships and sizes, spearheaded by a single Lucrehulk-class Command Carrier known as the Sanctum. The arrival of the Confederacy of Independent Systems heralded the commencement of relief efforts for the planet below: known as Aduba III. Of the course of the Four Hundred Years of Darkness, its people divided into two distinct castes. The first caste abandoned the loose-knit villages that formerly characterized daily "society" on Aduba III and banded together in order to form a new home: the aptly-named New Haven. The other caste of people decided to live by the old ways, and were driven to cannibalism and in-breeding as a result...
For centuries, New Haven existed untouched by the hands of its ravenous cousins. However, a frantic transmission received by the Confederacy spoke of ill tidings. A beast, thought to have been slain by the hands of Han Solo himself, had somehow revived! What's worse, it had absolutely laid waste to the walls which protected the city; thereby exposing it to the attacks of the ravenous, in addition to assaults by the hellish creatures known as High Hounds. In the wake of this disaster, the Confederacy amassed a task force in order to lend assistance to the only beacon of civilization left on the world; and to bring the planet into the growing fold of free worlds. To this end, all aboard the vessels were scrambling into place, preparing for the mission that was at hand.
Amongst these were Isley Verd, a renowned colonel within the Confederacy. He lead the entirety of the Phantom Corps, and was also in charge of briefing the various teams on their objectives. To this end, he stood at the bridge of the Sanctum, arms folded behind his back, as he awaited the arrival of those who would be going to the ground in order to allieviate New Haven from its plight. As the moments rolled ever forward, he leaned forward over the terminal before him and spoke, starting a transmission which sounded across the vessel's PA system. "All teams, to the bridge for briefing. I repeat, all teams to the Bridge for briefing." With this said, the beskar-clad warrior stepped back and continued to wait; whilst butterflies raged in his stomach.
His nerves were on edge...for the Behemoth was back, and no one knew why.
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