Keira Priest
The Iron
Music
Which was, for some reason, where Keira came in. Her brother had thought it a wise idea to appoint her as the head of a group of Force using Mandalorians, and who was she to turn the Mand'alor down? Of course, her being in charge meant less orthodox training methods, and the best way to learn was out in the field and on one's feet. And thusly, Bastion. Despite The Primeval having relinquished its hold on the planet years ago, there were still remnants and whispers of a handful of remaining cultists eking out some kind of meager living on the planet, which was where they came in. As her old mentor once said, combat was the purest form of learning, and as Mandalorians it was something they should know from the very beginning.
As the transport neared the planet she shifted slightly where she sat, eventually standing with her helmet tucked under one arm so she could better address the lot of them. "Normally this would be the part where someone else would give a speech, but I'm not that person. The long and the short of it is that we're here to eliminate people that would otherwise be a threat to the Empire. Consider this a training mission for the lot of you, and your introduction into working together as members of the Mandalorian Knights." No one had ever called her eloquent, nor dubbed her suitable for this kind of thing, so really she couldn't be blamed. Isley had been the one to put her in charge, after all.
The vessel rocked slightly as it settled on the ground, and she pulled on her helmet, HUD lighting up before her eyes. "Oya, vode." Within seconds the landing ramp descended, and she stepped out of the ship, extending her ethereal senses about herself. They had landed on the outskirts of the capital, the Imperial Palace a beacon of the power this world had once held. Bastion was a planet she was all too familiar with for all the wrong reasons, having been held as a slave of The Primeval on their former capital world. And it seemed things hadn't changed, as the taint of the dark still radiated seemingly from its very core. But there was something familiar about that darkness. A presence she hadn't felt in years. Hopefully it was just her paranoia, otherwise they were in for a very interesting day.
[member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Varian of Myrkr"], @Mandalorian Knights
Bastion
Ravelin - Capital City
The Mandalorian Knights were a sect most would find intimidating in their own right. Mandalorians by themselves were an entity not to be trifled with, and the idea of adding the Force to such a foe's arsenal wasn't exactly a heartwarming thought. It wasn't as if any of them needed a new method with which to take life. For those of the Empire gifted with the ethereal it was a place they could call home without being needlessly shackled by this or that dogma or code. The only maxim they followed was the Resol'nare and the word of Mand'alor himself. The Force itself was viewed as just another tool of war, nothing more and nothing less. And it was high time those of the number learned more of how to utilize it effectively.Which was, for some reason, where Keira came in. Her brother had thought it a wise idea to appoint her as the head of a group of Force using Mandalorians, and who was she to turn the Mand'alor down? Of course, her being in charge meant less orthodox training methods, and the best way to learn was out in the field and on one's feet. And thusly, Bastion. Despite The Primeval having relinquished its hold on the planet years ago, there were still remnants and whispers of a handful of remaining cultists eking out some kind of meager living on the planet, which was where they came in. As her old mentor once said, combat was the purest form of learning, and as Mandalorians it was something they should know from the very beginning.
As the transport neared the planet she shifted slightly where she sat, eventually standing with her helmet tucked under one arm so she could better address the lot of them. "Normally this would be the part where someone else would give a speech, but I'm not that person. The long and the short of it is that we're here to eliminate people that would otherwise be a threat to the Empire. Consider this a training mission for the lot of you, and your introduction into working together as members of the Mandalorian Knights." No one had ever called her eloquent, nor dubbed her suitable for this kind of thing, so really she couldn't be blamed. Isley had been the one to put her in charge, after all.
The vessel rocked slightly as it settled on the ground, and she pulled on her helmet, HUD lighting up before her eyes. "Oya, vode." Within seconds the landing ramp descended, and she stepped out of the ship, extending her ethereal senses about herself. They had landed on the outskirts of the capital, the Imperial Palace a beacon of the power this world had once held. Bastion was a planet she was all too familiar with for all the wrong reasons, having been held as a slave of The Primeval on their former capital world. And it seemed things hadn't changed, as the taint of the dark still radiated seemingly from its very core. But there was something familiar about that darkness. A presence she hadn't felt in years. Hopefully it was just her paranoia, otherwise they were in for a very interesting day.
[member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Varian of Myrkr"], @Mandalorian Knights