Dominion The Future is Mandalorian [ ME Dominion of Uyter ]

Beskar · 2026-06-18T17:39:30-0400

THE FUTURE IS MANDALORIAN
"The strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must."

UYTER
Mid Rim Territories

One would think that a neighbor would know better.

Uyter was a quiet world nestled within the Mid Rim Territories. For generations, its verdant fields had been a vital food source for countless lives. Worlds, governments, and corporations treated with the planet in order to secure stable - and quality - sustenance. And now, as a bordering neighbor of Mandalore, the inevitable offer was extended. Like all worlds that made up the Empire, the agriworld had a solemn choice.

It could become part of something greater than itself. And in doing so, ensure that its identity and freedoms were cemented evermore. As a willing member of the Empire, life would continue as normal for Uyter. In fact, the most jarring change would be the full might of Mandalore enforcing its existence. No matter what calamity might befall the Galaxy, the agriworld had the chance to be shielded by the greatest warriors in all creation.

Or.

It could take the path of damnation. And in doing so, guarantee that - like the Diarchy - only a memory would remain of Mandalore's opposition. This was the path that the Empire hoped worlds would never choose...but if they did, the blade would be drawn. The cosmos was the birthright of Mandalore and they would not be denied.

So it was that Uyter's fate hung in the balance. And so it was that reason was once again clouded by the Light. Unbeknownst to the Empire, fringe Jedi had made a home of the verdant agriworld. Their ways infected the very veins of government, ensuring that no decision was made without the Jedi Council. The Light called it advice and counsel. Common sense called it tyranny. And thus, with Mandalore posing an existential threat to their grip, the Council demanded that they refuse.

The Light knew what would come if Mandalore was scorned...but in their arrogance, they chose damnation anyway.

And as the heavens above wept bitter rain upon the verdant fields, so too did the wrath of Mandalore fall upon Uyter. The conquest that followed would be a reminder to the Galaxy of one, simple truth:

The Future is Mandalorian.

THE HUNT FOR QUIN

As an agriworld, the majority of the Uyter's citizenry and armed forces are clustered in its capital city: Riverbreaker. The rest of its people maintain homesteads spread across the expanse of the planet's territory. Thus, the key to bringing Uyter into Mandalore's embrace is to bring Riverbreaker to heel.

Upon refusing the Empire's offer, the local Jedi led Riverbreaker in hasty preparations. The streets were evacuated. Local militia forces were deployed. And the High Governor's Manor became a veritable fortress in the heart of the city. There, the Light intended to make their stand against Mandalore.

The objective here is simple: break them. A priority target has been placed upon Jedi Master Nikola Quin, the Temple Master of the local Enclave. Ensuring this figure's demise will only make the mission far easier to accomplish. Go forth and hunt in the name of Mandalore!

THE UYTER AIRLIFT

While delusion had surely driven the Light to contest Mandalore in the field, they had not abandoned all sense.

In their preparations, the local shockball arena had hastily been converted into an emergency shelter and evacuation point. The open-air stadium was now host to a flood of civilian vessels, each attempting to ferry the citizenry out of harm's way. The problem? There were far too many people and far too many ships.

The situation was untenable and the people need to be secured. The objective here is twofold: eliminate any Jedi presence encountered at the stadium and secure the civilians. If aide needs to be rendered? Render it, for every soul present is a future citizen of the Empire.

Your prey is the Light and the militia they confuddle. There is no glory to be found in preying upon the unarmed.

BRING YOUR OWN OBJECTIVE

The story of Mandalorian Supremacy is not penned by these objectives alone.

Uyter is vast, its potential is endless, and you are free to chart your own course!

Maia

Sylor

Kivah

Sylor

Astrid H'ray

Kyran Thaln
@Coranth Renth

Cabur

Fiore

Kyramud Kass Holliday
@Ekka Batari

Mao

Alden Akaran
@Kael Varr

Hrist

Niijima Izumi

Vael Saren

Elian Abrantes

Serrik Skirata
@Astella Verd

Cabur Nau'ur
@Kotak Vikar'Ranov

Avast Verd

Pal Veda
@Dral Kar'taal

Zurak Bruul
@Ajalurk-Chaidth Kryze
@Arden Priest

Inez

Sidonia

Maur

Ferris Skirata

Veyla Krinn

Renn Vizsla

Perseus

Hubert Starhopper
E erida Lok

Acier Moonbound
@Colden Renth
@Domina Prime

Elira Verd
@Viera

Nando
@Tin
@Serra Toss

Kassandra Beskar'ad

Liorra

Conrad

Reshim

Red Mobius

Suleiman Lok
@Kyrida Verd

Jiriad Galaar

Kandosii Ka'rta
@Manti Wyrvhor

Mia Monroe

Ladante Mamba
R raef Malstadt

CT-312

Rhys Swynol
@Lysara Rynn

Nephthys Nardithi-Verd

Hanna

Siae Andronike

Zlova Rue

Runi Kuryida
@Ren Ashbridge

Vyse de Valorous
@Varuun Rekaal

Israel · 2026-06-18T18:17:28-0400

Wearing:
Beskar'gam - Ripper - PDW - Beskad

UYTER - OBJECTIVE III

The folly of the Light was not surprising...

After all, every history lesson laid before Israel had said as much. The Jedi were prone to many things: overextending, schisms, saber-measuring contests - the works. Thus, it didn't make the Supercommando bat an eye when he learned that they were responsible for Uyter making the wrong decision. What did give him pause was that the Jedi were supposedly mounting an offense against Mandalore. They were mostly holed up in the Governor's manor, ready to repel the worst of the Empire's might.

As if they weren't just one, big orbital target?

Something just wasn't sitting right with that picture. Thus, Israel broke away to investigate. Early reconnaissance provided by the Nite Owls gave him a pretty sound heading for a different sector of the capital. Here, the physical presence of the Jedi was made manifest through towering walls and "humble" statues. The Enclave before him seemed very similar to every Sith Temple he had encountered over his career. Simply replace the blue banners for red and, bam, mum's your uncle.

Similarities aside, the Supercommando hoped to find answers here. Particularly, why were the Jedi so confident they could repel Mandalore? Was this an attempt at turning themselves into martyrs? Or did they have something nefarious up their sleeve? Ever donned in his beskar'gam, the warrior directed his Basilisk War Droid to land just behind the Enclave's walls. There, his helm did a multi-sensor sweet...culminating with his scowl.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

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Sylor · 2026-06-18T18:25:04-0400

Riverbreaker
Objective - Hunt For Quin
Tags: Open

Sylor looked back briefly toward the small contingent before they touched down. He gave the slightest nod, and that was all they needed. One after another, they disembarked behind him, moving into a disciplined formation. Taking a step forward, he raised an arm while his free hand moved to his wrist. The cover opened with a soft click, and a hologram sprang to life. Several focal points were highlighted across the map. They were not critical targets, but enough that they would seem to be overlooked. Fortunately, they were going through everything here, nothing was left unchecked.

"We will begin here and break them down. We will see how strong these fanatics truly are."

Sylor glanced to his side and gave the signal to advance. The formation moved forward without hesitation. Soon, they would meet resistance, and that resistance would fail. Sylor had fought for many years. Resilience was woven into his nature, forged into him as surely as his loyalty to Clan Verd.

The enemy soon came into view.

"So it begins..." he said quietly, his gaze fixed ahead.

Mia Monroe · 2026-06-18T18:32:23-0400

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Sylor | OPEN

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Someone had once told Mia Monroe that she was a boulder rolling down a hill.

Tonight, Uyter would learn why. Anger burned in The Warmaster's chest, not because they had refused to kneel, but because these insurgent Jedi had yet again slithered their way into the people's minds. Their deaths of Uyter’s armed forces would be on their hands, the collateral damage would be on their heads.

It was a waste of life and resources and if she got her hands on the Jedi Master, she’d remove his head.

Blaster fire rained down from the governors walls, forcing the advancing troops to scatter into cover, comms relay called out sniper positions before heavy ordnance rained down, explosions breaking the front line.

Mia seethed and pushed forward, opening the door to the force and letting it flow through her as she reached for the foundations of the wall ahead of her. There was a resounding crack, as she began to rip a section upward, duracrete and steel screaming in protest before it gave, rubble exploding upwards as a section of the wall began to collapse.

She turned back to the Mandalorians waiting behind her.

“Athu'neha etid at etie lovik!”

OYA MANDA!

Veyla Krinn · 2026-06-18T19:13:33-0400

Objective: 2
@open

The storm had arrived before the battle.

Heavy clouds rolled across the skies above Riverbreaker, turning the afternoon into a dim, gray twilight as rain hammered against the transparisteel canopy sections surrounding the massive shockball arena. What had once been a place of competition and celebration had become something else entirely. Thousands of civilians crowded the concourses, loading platforms, and landing fields. Cargo haulers, family transports, agricultural shuttles, and private vessels sat packed wingtip to wingtip across every available stretch of ferrocrete. Engines roared. Children cried. Security sirens wailed intermittently over overwhelmed public address systems struggling to maintain order.

Veyla stood near the edge of the main landing zone, rainwater streaking across the crimson accents of her beskar as she surveyed the chaos unfolding before her. This wasn't a military stronghold. It wasn't a battlefield. It was fear given physical form. Families carried whatever possessions they could hold. Elderly citizens leaned on younger relatives. Workers still wore stained field uniforms as they hurried toward departing ships. The people of Uyter were trying to flee a war before it reached them, and there simply weren't enough transports to make that happen quickly.

Her helmet remained sealed as she stepped forward through the crowd, accompanied by a small contingent of Mandalorian warriors. They moved with purpose but without aggression, their weapons lowered and their attention fixed on maintaining order rather than projecting force. Some civilians shrank away at the sight of Beskar armor. Others stared openly. A few looked relieved. None of them truly knew what was coming. They only knew that their world stood on the edge of something larger than themselves.

A disturbance near one of the loading ramps drew Veyla's attention. Voices rose above the crowd. Panic spread quickly through the packed crowd of civilians, and people were already pushing toward a transport whose crew had announced it was preparing for immediate departure. The crush of bodies threatened to become more dangerous than any blaster. Without hesitation, Veyla changed course and moved directly toward the swelling crowd.

"Back."

The single word carried through the rain and noise with surprising clarity. Beside her, several Mandalorians immediately spread out to create space between the transport and the civilians surging toward it. Veyla climbed onto a nearby cargo crate, elevating herself above the crowd. Her gaze swept across frightened faces, finding not enemies but people desperately trying to protect their families.

"Everyone gets aboard faster if nobody tramples each other getting there."

Her voice remained calm, measured, and entirely free of threats. "There are more ships coming. Form lines. Families stay together. Injured and elderly first." Some obeyed immediately. Others hesitated. Yet confidence often proved contagious. As order slowly began replacing panic, the pressure against the loading ramp eased. Mothers pulled children close. Workers began helping one another instead of competing for space. The difference was small, but it was enough.

Standing atop the crate as rain continued to fall around her, Veyla looked out across the immense stadium. Thousands still remained. Hundreds of ships were attempting to depart. Somewhere beyond Riverbreaker, Mandalorian forces were advancing deeper into the system. Somewhere else, Jedi and militia were undoubtedly preparing their response. The battle hadn't arrived yet. But she could feel it approaching. For now, however, her responsibility wasn't the coming fight. It was the frightened people standing before her. And until the shooting started, that was exactly where her focus would remain.

Amelia von Sorenn · 2026-06-18T19:19:01-0400

UYTER - OBJECTIVE III

Uyter, a planet known for its agriculture and farming of crops, which would go on to supply the galaxy with foodstuffs. Its people were known for being independent-minded, and this quality led them to their current state. It would have been all too easy for the Warden of Ferrix to arrive at the head of an armada, to stand quietly and watch as gunships and troop transports tore through the atmosphere to unleash the hordes of the Mandalorian Empire upon a world that had already smacked away an outstretched hand.

However, as easy as that would have been, she had taken a different path, one that would prove much more difficult, yet all the more rewarding. Instead, she would offer another hand, outstretched and bearing much-needed gifts for the people of Uyter, for those who had not fully thrown their lot in with the Jedi Master Nikola Quin. The first vessel that dropped from hyperspace was not a warship, no grand Capital vessel bristling with weapons; rather, it was an Aether-model MF-02, a Medical Frigate. The moment that it had reverted to realspace, it had already begun its work, unleashing a swarm of Aether-model MSS-21s, Medical Shuttles carrying supplies, medical personnel, and medical droids.

The frigate was soon joined by a litany of vessels, yet they all shared a similar feature: they carried no weapons or only the smallest number for personal defense. Aether-model FT-02s, Fleet Tenders carrying tens of thousands of tons of cargo, supported by Aether-model ICC-15s, Cargo Crafts, and Aether-model DCC-02s, Droid Cargo Crafts. Each vessel was stamped with three simple letters on its side, as though they supported and were there to ensure that the Mandalorian Empire would bring one more wayward sheep into the flock; they served a more subtly insidious purpose. Emblazoned on the side of each vessel was a simple TTC, white letters in a field of black.

It never ceased to astonish many, the sheer terror and beauty that was traveling through hyperspace. The woman remained silent, still, as though she were nothing more than a statue that someone had decided belonged on the bridge. The elongated white lines of the stars slowly took shape, and the brilliant, hazy blue of hyperspace began to dull as the vessel dropped into orbit above Uyter and began its approach. It was a Shadlaar-type, a troopship, and its cargo was much more dangerous than the hordes of Mandalorians it could have brought.

The vessel shook for a moment, and the turbulence of entering the atmosphere buffeted the vessel until it broke free. A soft smirk slowly pulled across her lips, and had she not been wearing her helm, one might have even seen the slightest hint of a fang. Verdant fields of green and golden-yellow began to fill the viewscreen, the same agricultural fields that the planet was known for, and would soon fall into the Mandalorian Empire.

The Warden of Ferrix had arrived on Uyter, and within the hold of her vessel were hundreds of droids, AT-BL3 Battle Legionnaires, a much-needed and compliant workforce that would not tire nor complain, and to oversee their tasks, VOS-N1 Administrative Droids. She had brought with her something far more dangerous than Mandalorian Warriors... The Warden of Ferrix had brought Bureaucrats, and they would go over every single grain and account for every individual before Uyter would join the Empire.

TAGS: OPEN

Adonis Angelis IV · 2026-06-18T20:22:37-0400

The outstretched hand of the Mandalorian Empire was not one to be swatted at lest it become a fist.

That fist had found its way planetside as soon as the call had been given. Adonis Angelis IV had long been struggling with the darkness inside him, and it was a daily battle. His line between service to his people as Warden and his personal morals was starting to crack. The truth was, responsibility made you think about things differently. Whereas before, Adonis would have been unable to go against the Jedi, whether that was due to fear or respect wasn't important. Now he saw the truth of the situation plain as day.

The Jedi had sentenced these people to death.

Mand'alor was no tyrant. He did not burn worlds for pride or wage war to satisfy his ego. The Empire had offered Uyter a place within something greater than itself. The Jedi had answered with defiance. Now the consequences of that choice were being paid in blood.

That was what brought the jaw of the Empire down around Uyter, around the Jedi, and soon around Master Quin. Adonis was not one to call for mass casualties, so finding the Jedi Master and ending this soon was his main priority. Every possible future Mandalorian citizen was to survive. Those who decided to fight met the same fate every warrior eventually does. Adonis couldn't help but see the monotony in the soldier's life, but he still lived and breathed it. It was a welcome relief from the day to day of being Warden. He took in the smell of smoke and spent rounds like the perfume on the skin of a lover returned.

A blue broadsaber cut a swath through militia fighters. Their bodies started to pile up in the mud beneath Adonis's boots. It was a pity that they couldn't just listen. They would have been given proper training and they would have learned to defend themselves, instead they were fodder to feed the ego of a Jedi Master, the same damnation they cast upon the Mandalorians. Voices cut through his HUD rapidly as the battle spilled over the green grasses that covered the planet. The Vaalan knight found the similarities between Uyter and Vaal to be instantly recognizable. Where savanna and tall grasses covered one, farmland and plains covered the other.

One of the voices that cut through was that of

Mia Monroe . His superior in both the Great Heathen Army and the Wardenate. It sounded like she had created a breach in the makeshift fortress created overnight. Adonis would make his mission to reach Mia and the others so that they could strike the head of the beast and let the body die. The sooner they were finished the sooner they could start rebuilding and the sooner the people of Uyter would see the true side of the Mandalorian Empire.

An explosion from his jetpack left only smoke in his wake. Adonis had no time to waste on scattered militia while the Warmaster was calling the charge. They would have been stupid not to focus their fire on the Mandalorian, so they did. Their unskilled eye mixed with inferior technology meant bolts were glancing off ivory and gold beskar. The warden applauded their tenacity though.

Adonis landed near the breaching party with enough force to knock a group of inexperienced fighters back. Hopefully they would be smart and stay down. "OYA!" The knight roared into his comms as he charged further into the fray with the warparty.

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