Holonet The Devastation of Abregado-rae

[Arris Windrun]

THE DEVASTATION OF ABREGADO-RAE
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A derelict superfreighter dropped out of hyperspace, drifting towards the Froswythe System in Deep Space. From the outside, the starship looked unremarkable. Inside was another story. The halls were lined with the red, fleshy colonies of creuntomycena viscera, better known as “Bloody Bonnet” by spacers who have escaped Abregado-rae during the Sith attack on that world.

No signs of the crew or any passengers would be found aboard.

However, as soon as a passing salvage freighter pinged the ship, the modified comms array sent out a transmission. Wide enough to cover most of the Southern Systems. Including Naboo. The same message that also played across the Core Worlds.

<:Transmission Start:>

Arris Windrun's image flickered to life.

"Abregado-rae has fallen.

"What is found on this ship now covers every major population center on the world. I'm sure it won't take a science team long to figure out what it does to people. But trust me - you're gonna wear an airtight suit.

"Now, all this happened because a rogue collective of Mandalorian crusaders decided they could meddle in the Core Worlds. They came to Abregado-rae to use its people as a shield, while undoubtedly planning an indiscriminate war of plundering. Of course, whatever promises they made to Abregado-rae were a lie."

The transmission's image changed to captured footage from probe droids and local surveillance.

In short, the Mandalorians in that sector began destroying civilians, infected, or not. The Sith had unleashed something too dangerous for the Mandalorians to even chance infection. His word was absolute and final. Clan Munin and the rest of the Mandalorian ground troops would be put to task.

Kill.

Them.

All.

Civilians were slaughtered in the streets by Mandalorians wielding slugthrowers and disruptor weapons. Even as they fled or sought shelter.

"They bartered protection and alliance, only to kill them later. Abregado-rae did not have to burn... But its Government and the Gados elite chose to bargain with killers and liars. They chose to shelter them. To supply them. To bring war to Abregado-rae, when before there was peace."

The image changed back to Arris.

"But listen... Things don't have to become unreasonable. Mercy Star-Arm is as generous as she is furious.

"Instead of dealing with liars who sacrifice you and then flee... Instead of hosting war on your worlds, you can do nothing at all. Isn't that easy? You can say no to the Republic on your worlds. You can say no to the Mythic Fleet. You can say no to Jedi insurrectionists.

"In fact - I recommend it."

<:Transmission End:>

Spoiler: OOC

Feel free to use this thread to react to the events, or to explore the derelict ship. It is PUBLIC!

 

[Vreegan Fett]

Vreegan sat in the quiet of his quarters, monitoring the HoloNet channels for any fresh intel on movement within the criminal underworld. The Mythos fleet always needed supplies, and finding sources outside the standard galactic economy took time and patience. He had spent most of the afternoon speaking directly with his contacts, sifting through trade routes and black-market manifests.

An emergency broadcast cut straight through his feed, replacing the supply logs with the flickering cybernetic image of Arris Windrun. Vreegan leaned back in his chair, watching the Sith Covenant representative speak. She talked about Abregado-rae falling to the plague, claiming to be shocked that Mandalorians would turn their weapons on civilians.

It was a predictable piece of propaganda, trying to paint the entire Manda'de as senseless monsters for purging the infection before it could spread further. Vreegan scoffed under his breath, reflecting on the fact that he had ordered the bombardment of countless worlds under the flag of the Neo-Crusaders and he would have ordered them again without a second thought.

He watched with a bored expression underneath his mask, as the feed showed probe droid footage of Clan Munin and ground troops cutting down fleeing Gados in the streets with slugthrowers and disruptors. She called it a betrayal, though he only saw a reasonable tactic given the circumstances.

When the broadcast finally ended, Vreegan didn't hesitate as he stood up from his chair. Making sure his armor was properly secured, before moving to the ship's communication terminal. He certainly didn't need a script to voice his opinion on the Holonet waves, opening a broad-band frequency to patch directly into the same Channels.

His holographic projection was seen across the galaxy as he spoke "I am Field Marshal Vreegan Fett," gesturing towards himself so there was no confusion. "The people of Abregado-rae were weak, vile and undeserving of Mandalorian protection. They allowed a sickening plague spread by the Sith to corrupt their world, and when the fight finally came to their doorstep. They fought and fled like cattle instead of dying to protect their homeworld. Cowardice is met only with a bolt in the back, exactly as Clan Munin delivered." His explained in a dismissive tone of voice beneath the vocoder of the helmet, blaming the people of the planet instead of the Mythos Fleet for being to ill-equipped to defend their own territory.

"To find that horrifying or beneath contempt is precisely why our culture can never be destroyed. Darth Carnifex failed to wipe us out. The Sith Covenant, for all their plagues and tough talk, will not wipe us out either. Time and time again, the galaxy is surprised by the conviction we carry, because they do not understand that we are culling the weak. So what? The galaxy will burn, and we will continue to fan the embers." He paused, letting his eyes narrow at the recorder as thoughts of Mandalore returned to him. People called it the Great Sundering, but what happened was clear. Even though the Sith ruled the galaxy many times, they could never destroy the Mandalorian way of life.

"If anyone disagrees with what I've said, from Mercy Star-Arm to her crony Arris Windrun to even the High Chancellor Dominique Vexx. Then call me out, on the battlefield, in the boardroom or even a personal duel set on a long forgotten world. I will be there to defend my claim. Say nothing and you prove me right." Vreegan reached out, pressing the button to terminate the connection between him and the rest of the galaxy. He moved back to his desk and began reviewing the contacts again like nothing had happened.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique Vexx's response was delayed. Those eager to make declarations had to wait their turn, as the High Chancellor of the High Republic had just begun an emergency Session of the Senate to make a Declaration of her own, but on a different topic.

Though, they might be a bit let down concerning the nature of the response. It was, after all, handled by the Public Relations Office. "The High Republic has no desire to diminish, constrain, or eliminate the Mandalorian way of life or culture. The Office of the Chancellor invites everyone to review recordings of the High Republic Senate session held earlier this evening, and invites members of the public to submit questions."

A Special Envoy, Tavo Halor , was already en route to the Iron Covenant to feel out the possibility for formal relations. An extension of the Republic's outreach to the Mandalorians in addition to Sibylla Abrantes 's on-going efforts as Ambassador with the Mandalorian Empire. Naturally, the Chancellor didn't want to needlessly comment in a manner that would upset those discussions before they even began.

Arris Windrun | Vreegan Fett​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Vreegan Fett
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Lysander watched the holos. It was no secret that he hadn't been present for the battle on Abregado-rae; while the world burned and plague turned it into another graveyard, he'd occupied a cell with problems of a more immediate nature. But distance did not grant immunity. Since returning to the Core, the events of that battle had been impossible to avoid.

The latest transmission required little interpretation. There remained one thought when the man's words finished echoing through his room on Throneworld.

Fine. Me.

Ordinarily, Lysander's office existed to keep dialogue from deteriorating to exactly this point, ironic as that function might seem for one aligned with the Sith.

His hand moved across the console. The same Holonet channels carrying Vreegan's challenge were simple enough to locate. There would be no prepared statement, nor any carefully edited recording. Authorization cleared with a soft chime. The transmission opened live.

"Lysander von Ascania, Point Emissary of the Sith Covenant."

He allowed the silence to stretch for a few seconds after the introduction.

"Fortunately, you appear to have made your preferences quite clear. You invited those who objected to what you did on Abregado-rae to find you personally. I find that refreshingly direct. Saves us all those endless communiques."

After drawing another slow breath, a smile unfolded across his youthful countenance. "So consider this an acceptance. A duel. You and I. No intermediaries. No audience necessary."

Leaning back into his chair, palms spread open toward the feed. "Send coordinates whenever convenient. I shall be there, and we can settle this properly. I look forward to seeing what you do up close."

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