Populate The Gravesong War || Benediction [ ME Populate of Moriana One ]

[Aether Verd]

BENEDICTION
"The dead will answer to Mandalore."​

MORIANA ONE
Local Time: 0900 Hours

The station was a carcass in the dark.

Drifting at the rim of known space, Station Dazac had once served as a mining platform, its hull scarred by forgotten wars and orbital debris. Now, it was a husk: a labyrinth of rusted corridors and unlit chambers where the cold seeped into the bones of the metal itself. The only light came from the distant stars and the steady pulse of decay in the Force, a vibration like a dying breath that the Mandalorian Knights and Spiritspeakers had traced across the black. It was here that the trail ended, and the waiting began.

The Gravesong War had carried the Mandalorian Empire across the galaxy, battling the undead in trenches and cities, deserts and voids, never yielding. The Crucible had been their latest enemy, slavers twisted into a weapon by Harrow’s command, throwing bodies and machines at Mandalorian lines in the mad god’s name. Each front, each clash, had led here. One final confrontation with the jester himself, the architect of this plague, who dared to test Mandalore’s resolve.

The fleet arrived in force, steel breaking through the darkness, engines burning bright like fallen comets. The Resolute Dawn, the Fury of Sundari, the Iron Tithe were each warships that carried Mandalorians who had bled and survived. Each soul aboard was ready for the reckoning. At their upper decks, the Knights and Spiritspeakers stood in formation, chanting rites that tore at the veil between life and death, pinning the Netherworld in place. There would be no escape for Harrow this time, no trick, no spectral retreat. The jester would die here, or be bound in the void.

The station woke.

Shadows peeled away from derelict hulls, merging with the metal, consuming it, until ancient ships shuddered to life and opened fire on the Mandalorian fleet. Cannons glowed with unnatural light, each blast fueled by darkness that defied the grave. Within Station Dazac’s corridors, scanners lit up with the presence of movement. Shapes shifted in the dark, some human, some twisted into beasts that should not exist, each one an extension of Harrow’s will. His Troupe had come to dance one last time, and they would not fall quietly.

Now the Mandalorians prepared to board.

Beskar boots strike metal walkways, rifles raised, blades drawn, each warrior knowing what is at stake. No more running. No more hiding. The Troupe would be cut down, the rot carved out, and the jester’s final laugh silenced.

This is Mandalore’s answer. Fire and steel. No quarter.

Let the final hunt begin.​

STORIES REFERENCED:
Crucible
Before the Storm
Ashes of the Undying
Echoes of the Gravesong
Silence the Song
Hall of Banners
What Are You Doing in My Swamp?
​

Spoiler: Objectives

OBJECTIVE I: INTO THE MAW
Location: Exposed Hangar Bay, Station Dazac

The fleet arrived with thunder, but the station’s silence is a lie.

Dropships punch through the darkness, Basilisks soar between drifting wreckage, and Mandalorian boarding teams descend into the maw. The hangar is choked with debris and the stink of rotting flesh, its shadows crawling with sithspawn, Netherworld beasts, and Crucible slavers twisted by Harrow’s will. Each step forward is a battle, each breath thick with the promise of violence.

They say the jester waits somewhere beyond the smoke and blood, laughter hidden in the shadows as the station wakes around him. Mandalorians answer with beskad and blaster, cutting a path toward the Bridge: the beating heart of the storm.​

PvE | Combat-Focused. Expect brutal hangar assaults, close-quarters corridor fighting, and waves of corrupted defenders. Cut through the madness and clear the path toward the final confrontation.

OBJECTIVE II: VOIDFIRE
Location: Space Above Station Dazac

This is what the war has led to.

The undead legions, the Crucible’s conscripted soldiers, and the restless spirits haunting Mandalorian worlds...all have been the jester’s tools. Now, Harrow’s Shadow Fleet stirs, ancient hulls alive with abyssal fire, moving to sever the Mandalorian advance before the blade can strike true.

The Great Heathen Army rises to meet them, warships and starfighters surging forward, determined to hold the line. Dogfights bloom like fireflowers in the void, turbolaser fire crossing the darkness as Mandalorians fight to keep their kin alive on the station below.

Your mission: Break the Shadow Fleet. Hold the line. Do not let Harrow’s madness claim the void.​

PvE | Space Combat. Starfighter dogfights and capital ship clashes against Harrow’s spectral fleet. Prevent the Mandalorian boarding parties from being cut off, ensuring the hunt within the station can continue.

OBJECTIVE III: WRITE YOUR LEGEND
Bring Your Own Objective

Station Dazac is a tomb of secrets, and not all who come here seek Harrow’s end alone.

Perhaps you hunt an echo of a fallen clanmate’s spirit, hoping to free them from Harrow’s grasp.
Perhaps you search the wreckage for lost technology or ancient beskar to return to your House.
Perhaps you follow a vision from the Force, seeking a truth older than the war itself.
Perhaps you are here to settle a blood debt, claim a trophy, or discover what the dead station hides.

The jester’s laughter will end, but your story is yours to write.​

You bring the mission. Mandalore brings the reckoning.

Spoiler: Tag

Skye Mertaal
Zee Caromed
Rheyla Tann
Haken Ralo Bolt
Ginjako Brorai
Maiz Tor'val
Xasin Dyst
Sanguina Krev
Svidur Galaar
Vaux Gred
Mig Gred
Edrick Aethelred
Tarre Priest
Cerar Vizsla
Kassandra Beskar'ad
Kad'irk'Ra
Janous Ryss
Liorra
Tyr Mereel
Conrad
Aren D'Shade
Zel Sharratt
Korra Kast
Whottoomuzz Chantin
Reshim
Red Mobius
Emilia Locke
Athena Faar
Thalira Kiing
Vulcan Krayt
Delsin Shaw
Montello Deshra
Adonis Angelis IV
Siv Kryze
Jaikell Wyrvhor
Itzhal Volkihar
Valah Hagen
Vytal Noctura
Suleiman Lok
Kyrida Verd
Jiriad Galaar
Kandosii Ka'rta
Manti Wyrvhor
Mia Monroe
Ladante Mamba
Raef Malstadt
Ciri Jade
Lunara Azure
Kirae Orade
Ro'talius Emanti
Alora Vizsla
Zhulghua
Kalðr Ísbjørn
Cordelia Malkavian
Drego Ruus
"Templar"
CT-312
Tomaj Eldar
Rhys Swynol
Lysara Rynn
Nephthys Nardithi-Verd
Hanna
Siae Andronike
Zlova Rue
Runi Kuryida
Ren Ashbridge
Aliza Vale
Thram Drokor
Sagan Verd
Ze'bast Verd
Vyse de Valorous
Varuun Rekaal
Kuben Woods
Valeria de la Vallée
Lyra Scarlet
Talohn Atar
Incitrix
Klavatora Verd
Aselia Verd

 

[Harrow]

BENEDICTION
"The Madness ends when I SAY SO."​

MORIANA ONE

The viewport framed the oncoming storm with cruel perfection.

From the bridge of Station Dazac, Harrow reclined upon the command throne, the cracked leather groaning beneath the shifting weight of his rag-wrapped limbs. Beyond the reinforced transparisteel, the Mandalorian fleet advanced with predatory purpose, engines flaring against the darkness, formation after formation breaking the cold quiet with the promise of violence. The sight pulled a grin across ruined lips, amusement bubbling in the hollow of his chest as he raised a hand.

It would be a fine day for a game.

With a flick of his fingers, he reached for the veil, ready to tear it open so that fresh horrors could slip through, eager to taste blood and silence the drums of war pounding in the Mandalorians’ chests. Yet as the Nether rippled at the edge of his grasp, it wavered, flickered, and with a sickening finality, it died in his hand before the rift could bloom in full. Harrow’s smile faltered, his withered eyes narrowing as the realization crawled over him.

There, within the depths of the Mandalorian fleet, the blasphemy revealed itself. It coiled around the veil like rust on a blade, choking it closed, pinning the grave shut in defiance of the order he had carved across the galaxy. The realization curdled into fury, searing bright and absolute, a storm without reason or restraint. Harrow’s scream ripped across the bridge, echoing against bulkheads and rust-stained steel.

“How dare you.” he shrieked into the dark. “How dare you try to put me in a cage!"

The station shuddered as if in fear, conduits crackling with dark energy as Harrow’s fury settled into something colder, a promise whispered to the stars themselves. He swore that he would break them. He would pull down the sun and let it bleed across their desert world until the sand turned to glass and their children screamed beneath a sky of ash.

With a thought, his will rippled through the dark like a thrown blade. The Shadow Fleet obeyed, ancient vessels stirring from dormancy, engines burning with the dark fire of the Nether as they turned to face the Mandalorian line. Turbolasers came alive, striking at the predators who thought themselves the hunters of this cursed place. Aboard the station, his horde answered in kind, clawed fingers and sharpened blades ready to greet the beskar-clad intruders with the teeth of the grave.

Harrow settled back upon his throne, fingers drumming against the armrest as he watched the chaos unfurl across the void, the station groaning with life it should not possess. The Mandalorians had chosen to place him in a cage, thinking themselves clever for forcing him to stand and fight. Let them. Let them come with fire and faith, thinking themselves saviors at the gates of the abyss.

They should have known better.

Animals, when cornered, bite.

And Harrow would show them just how deeply he could sink his teeth.​

Mandalorian Empire + Open​

 

[Ze'bast Verd]

Benediction​

OBJECTIVE I: Into The Maw - Station Dazac Hangar

Silence once again filled the Kom’rk class transport as it moved through the darkness of space. Ze’bast stood standing with his arms crossed. The Supercommando Warmaster leaned against the wall of the modified dropship. His heavy beskar’gam fit snug and his gear was operable. Even from the silence within the sealed space of the ship, he could feel the distant nethercraft warping and moving like tentacles through the void.

The usual calm that went unstirred within him was brimming with excitement for combat. Being able to crush foes of the Mandalorian Empire was enough to fuel him. Any reasonable use of force he could use would be implemented against their foes if he had anything to say about it. First, they needed to punch a hole for the others to land within the Exposed Hangar Bay. A strong vanguard the Supercommandos were, and a strong opening they would provide.

Station Dazac could be seen within a small window of his HUD from the ship’s forward facing camera. His eyes slowly opened as the space station approached from his feed. The station would become a coffin for their enemies. A mass grave to seal away the station’s horrors forever. That was what he hoped. It was what he was planning to do.

Ze’bast adjusted his comms for all of his commandos to hear. Not that he thought he needed to. It would be good to give some words before they stepped closer to the warmth of Manda.

“To all Supercommandos, this is your Warmaster. Each centimeter we take results in honorable conquest. So let's make sure we clear the way for our people. Give no quarter. Kill all that attempts to muster against the will of our liege. Glory to Mandalore.”

The commando shuttles would arrive close to their designated spot as each pilot checked in. A single order was given to them all.

“Begin landing procedures. Fire at will!”

The shuttles began opening fire as they moved into the exposed hangar. Rockets and ship armaments cleared an open space for the Supercommandos to land. Ze’bast unshackled his HV-37 Squad Repeating Blaster from his rear holster as the shuttle floor opened up. Jetpacks roared to life as the elite units dropped into the fray. The weight of their boots and their spirits were instantly felt upon arrival. Blaster fire erupted as they would make quick work of the hordes that charged in toward them.

This was their Song. The Supercommando Battle Hymn.

TAGS: Aether Verd + OPEN

 

[Zee Caromed]

OBJECTIVE I: Into The Maw - Station Dazac Hangar​

Caromed was not a large clan, and never had been. Mostly surgeons, nurses, and craftsmen, they nevertheless answered the call of the Mandalore. Most of the triage would happen at a field hospital somewhere further behind the spear tip of the incursion, but Zee planned to be right behind the commandos in the forward team.

Leading up a trio of combat medics, The son of the clan leadership - Zalke. Blooded, but not seasoned. Honorable, but not distinguished. The slender young man took up a position behind the point with his rifle at the ready, his dull-colored beskar'gam distinguished only by the symbol of his clan on the pauldron.

The four medics discussed among themselves for a moment. Some of them had lost siblings, lovers, friends to the menace. All had lost fellow Mandalorians - A price too high to be acceptable. Plans were made. How supplies would be distributed, who would handle what tasks, what specialties each had. It was not a long discussion. They all knew each other, and all spoke the efficient language of pure necessity. For his part, Zee's blood ran cold with the same anxiety he felt whenever he was too near to a fight and not in control of the violence. People would die. He couldn't save all of them, maybe not even most of them.

If they pulled this off, though, death would be the end of it. Restoring finality to death was worth bleeding for.

As the supercommandos launched from the shuttles, Caromed's bravest were right behind. Blaster at ready, Zee fired controlled bursts into the hordes of monstrosities that sought to swarm them. "Controlled bursts! Don't waste charge!" He warned his team. "We've got a lot of shooting to do!"

Honestly, it was worth being in the back line just to get the best possible view of the supercommandos at work. Firepower and purpose in full accord. Beautiful.
​

 

[Hanna]

Location: Outer Colony Perimeter - Station Dazac
Thread Objective: I - Into the Maw
Mission Objective: Secure the hangar bay.
Tag: Ze'bast Verd Zee Caromed

The Supercommandos fell on the hangar’s defenders in a symphony of roaring engines, whizzing blaster fire, and howled war cries. All the while, Hanna moved amongst them—an outlier in rhythm but equal in lethality. Her repulsor skates flared as she zipped into the hangar bay from the dropship, pistols barking a lethal staccato of hypervelocity projectiles that ripped into the ranks of twisted Varzigs meeting the Mandalorian advance. One best came leaping through the air before crashing to the floor, a slug having reduced its skull to a pulp. Another was cut down as it climbed over the body of the decapitated beast, projectiles ripping through its shoulders before blasting apart its skull like an overripe fruit.

Three more Varzigs were cut down while Hanna carved a path along the flanks, hypervelocity slugs tearing steaming, gaping holes into their chest cavities. Then, shifting her weight backward, the Qilin flared her repulsors to bleed momentum, before pivoting around and accelerating back in the opposite direction. In the same motion, she mag-locked her Verpine shatter to her thighs before swapping them for her disruptors. The Qiliin narrowed her gaze and squeezed off a burst of magenta-hued disruptor bolts into the ranks of the snarling Varzigs, atomizing three of the hapless beasts in less than a second.

It was then, just as Hanna snapped off another shot to vaporize a Varzig in her path, that something massive pounded in her ears. What followed was the feral, bestial roar of a beast from a dimension distinct from realspace, its towering, armored form casting a long and terrible shadow over the entrance to the hangar bay!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Sparkle Velocity
  
  • Gauntlets and Vambraces
    
    • Modular Weapon Mount (3) - R
      
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • Medium Plasma Gas Canister
      • NML-02VTB Nano Missile Launcher
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • Depleted Baradium-tipped Baradium Nano Missiles (12)
    • Modular Weapon Mount (3) - L
      
      • IceJet Miniaturized CryoBan Projector
        
        • Ammunition
          
          • CryoBan Canister
      • Repulsor Projector
• Hanna’s HB-42 Disruptor Pistols (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium X Gas and CryoBan Coolant (4)
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium Gas and CryoBan Coolant (8)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• Glitter Roses (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Extended Magazine - Standard Penetrator (6)
    • Standard Magazine - Seismic Implosive-Explosive (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Ladante Mamba]

Ladante sat alone in his quarters aboard the Crimson Kestrel, clad in beskar marked not only by battle but by bacta stains and scorched medpacs. His emerald sash was the only clean material on his person. The room was dim, lit only by the buzzing lights situated near the top of the walls. His helmet sat on the durasteel desk before him, facing him like a silent challenge.

A low thrum of rhythmic drums and hard bass played from the radio on his desk, a fire meant to steel the soul before battle. But Ladante wasn't just a warrior. He was a doctor. A contradiction wrapped in beskar. He saved lives as often as he took them. And today, he was prepared to have to do both as he has done so many times before.

The war was nearing its end. Their enemy—a twisted horde of mutated Sithspawn—was on the brink of collapse. One final strike. One last charge. The Mandalorian clans had bled for this moment. And so had Ladante, in ways no armor could protect.

He exhaled through his nose, sharp and controlled, then stood. The plates of his armor shifted with quiet menace. He picked up the helmet, running a thumb along the edge of the T-shaped visor. Faint smudges remained—fingerprints of the wounded he'd carried, and the dying he hadn't been able to save.

He walked to the door, but stopped just short. For a moment, he simply stood there, cradling the helmet in both hands, head bowed.

"Strength is for others," he murmured—an old proverb from Anteevy.

Then, with a practiced motion, he slid the helmet on. The seal hissed. The HUD flickered to life.

War called.

Mandalore was here to answer.

​

 

[Adonis Angelis IV]

Objective I​

Tag: Ze'bast Verd Zee Caromed Hanna​

The work the Mandalorian Knights had put into tracking down Harrow had been long and extensive. While Adonis wasn't on the forefront of the discovery, he was apart of the Knights, and when one struggled, all struggled. The Mandalorians were a tight knit group of warriors. While he was with the Knights while they searched for their mark, he would also be with them to celebrate when they severed Harrow from this life and the Nether. Sealing the fate and legacy of The Mandalorian Empire for Mandalore, and further, for all Mandalorians. Adonis Angelis IV was very proud of his vod.

As the ship approached their destination, a million thoughts raced through Adonis's head. He flashed through himself becoming a man among the Mandalorians, even in the short time he had been there, he had seen the entire thing through with his brothers and sisters. He may have been a legal adult before this, but nothing matures you faster than watching those you are supposed to be protecting die over and over again. It hardened something in him, locking away his immaturity and reinforcing the strict moral code he proudly sported. Then he thought of the future, and what the Mandalorians would be doing after this, restoring their worlds to their former beauty, burying the dead, and hugging their loved ones. The last thought as he locked his focus onto the task before him was the thought of peace, after all this time, a chance for rest.

Before rest would come the storm, however, and he would have to fight and kill- again- before he was able to sleep a wink. One of the things Adonis had done as the war progressed was upgrade his armor. He had started in ceremonial armor of House Angelis, equipped with the blazing eight pointed star etched into the chest piece. Over time, that armor had more holes than could be patched, and he would need to remake it. That would require going back to Vaal, and that was something that he wasn't able to do until they burried Harrow. So for now, he was equipped in a standard loadout of heavy armor for a Mandalorian. The only difference was he also had his lightsaber on his hip, ready to go for close combat warfare.

Slung across his hip was the heavy repeater that the Empire had given him, and on his back was a heavy backpack filled to the brim with ammunition. The loadout was quite heavy, but Mandalorians were never weak. Adonis had become quite the muscular man during his time at war, leading to him being able to bear the weight of the loadout more easily than some. He wouldn't be able to run around forever, but he had a good control of his body in the armor.

As the Mandalorians ripped through the defenses of Harrow's ship, Adonis prepared himself for what was about to go down. The entirety of the Manda would rain hellfire down upon this cretin. Adonis and his brothers and sisters would drive the blade into the serpent's heart, and end this unholy war once and for all. Or he would die trying. Mandalorians of all houses and rank poured out into the ship, each hitting with the weight of a thousand suns. Adonis was no different, standing next to his brothers and sisters, spraying the horde down with bullets, clearing room for the others to advance. This was where he was meant to be, this was where he was forged.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Tags: Open​

Ships: Agitator (Agitator-class Artillery Cruiser), Void Guard and Squall (Shield-class Escort Cruisers), 2x GF-4 Stinger squadrons (24) (Including a re-equipt Talyc squadron), 2x HB-1 Hssiss Heavy Bomber squadrons (8), 2x DF-1 Scarab squadrons (48)

Vaux sat in the Void Guard's hanger as the small Gred detachment exited hyperspace. She was in her GF-4, Tal'Galaar II, waiting for the call to launch. Painted blood red, just like the old TwinTail she use to fly. She then got the call in for Agitator's AI, Agi.

"We're about to exit hyperspace. Active flak on engage, and watch for the walls on takeoff pilots." Vaux smiled, switching her comm over.

"You heard him! Watch the hail on the way out. We may not've been here to start it, but we can help finish it!" As if on cue, the cruiser force left hyperspace, and puffs of black smoke and shrapnel filled the space ahead. Fighters, bombers, and drones flew out from the escort cruisers, flying under the flak wall as they prepared to engage. At the same time, the main cannon of the Agitator charged, sending a high speed particle bolt into the first detected enemy ship.

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Objective III
Allies: ME
Enemies: Unknown

There were places Aren was meant to be, and there were places she wasn't. Among these men and women, she was accepted even if she was not one of them. They welcomed her, used her skill, but did not exploit her. Everything she did was paid for, and they were gaining her respect as she hoped she was gaining theirs. The floating husk of the station was in front of her as she joined in the movement of people.

Each of them had their place and mission here. She brought her desire to know more and her tools to break into the dead system. Without power, it might make things difficult for some, but not for Aren. She didn't need that to gain access to the components that enabled this station to be operational.

What was waiting for her? She would know soon enough.