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// IRON_FURNACE // IN SUPPORT OF // NIO DROP
// GARRISON //: Mandalorian | 403rd Stormtrooper Battalion
// OBJECTIVE //: HOTH Beach
// ALLIES | NIO | SONS OF MANDALORE | Isaiah Priest | GA
// ENEMIES | TSE
“BRACE! BRAAACEEE!”
The shuttle was spiraling through the Dubrillion sky.
Crash.
A tangled mess of iron and wrath sat upon their targeted location.
The massive figure of Isaiah Priest tore through the ship, defining the group's exit from the burdened despondent transport. T-visors began to illuminate in the darkness of the ship, as an entire legion of Mando'ade brightened the darkness, standing from the ruinous remains. Stormtrooper helmets, glowing a bright blue, followed suit. Smoke and darkness followed their wake, as others began to follow Isaiah.
Behind them, a bright emerald swirl of plasma contrasted as the crimson red visage of Ra Vizsla stepped out behind Isaiah. Brandishing the bronzed Darkspear, the hulking visage of the Commander stooped forward through the metal and smoke.
"Imperial High Command has given their orders,"
The 403rd Battalion and the Mandalorians stormed the beach, rushing forward and beginning to exchange fire as massive artillery cannons in the distance began to rain their music down on their position.
"SOW CHAOS."
Ra Vizsla shared a small nod to Isaiah as he marched past the slightly larger Mando'ade.
"TIE THE NOOSE," he bellowed.
Ne'catra, the Black Sky, basilisk of the Undying,
the Midnight Dragon, screeched overhead.
"REMIND THE SITH,
ONLY THE STRONGEST."
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[B]COMMANDER VIZSLA [/B]
[IMG]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/673220327140098059/731127430382616657/Hoth_Banner.png[/IMG]
[B]// IRON_FURNACE // IN SUPPORT OF // NIO DROP
// GARRISON //: Mandalorian | 403rd Stormtrooper Battalion
// OBJECTIVE //:[/B] [B]HOTH Beach
// ALLIES | NIO | SONS OF MANDALORE | [USER=14354]Isaiah Priest[/USER] | GA
// ENEMIES | TSE[/B]
[IMG]https://i.imgur.com/AWq5nrU.png[/IMG]
[B]“BRACE! BRAAACEEE!” [/B]
The shuttle was spiraling through the Dubrillion sky.
[B][I]Crash.[/I][/B]
A tangled mess of iron and wrath sat upon their targeted location.
The massive figure of [USER=14354]Isaiah Priest[/USER] tore through the ship, defining the group's exit from the burdened despondent transport. T-visors began to illuminate in the darkness of the ship, as an entire legion of Mando'ade brightened the darkness, standing from the ruinous remains. Stormtrooper helmets, glowing a bright blue, followed suit. Smoke and darkness followed their wake, as others began to follow Isaiah.
Behind them, a bright emerald swirl of plasma contrasted as the crimson red visage of Ra Vizsla stepped out behind Isaiah. Brandishing the bronzed Darkspear, the hulking visage of the Commander stooped forward through the metal and smoke.
"Imperial High Command has given their orders,"
The 403rd Battalion and the Mandalorians stormed the beach, rushing forward and beginning to exchange fire as massive artillery cannons in the distance began to rain their music down on their position.
[B]"SOW CHAOS."[/B]
Ra Vizsla shared a small nod to Isaiah as he marched past the slightly larger Mando'ade.
[B]"TIE THE NOOSE,"[/B] he bellowed.
Ne'catra, the Black Sky, basilisk of the Undying,
the Midnight Dragon, screeched overhead.
[B]"REMIND THE SITH,
ONLY THE STRONGEST."[/B]
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