There came a time when one had to take matters into one's own hands. Long had Akita worked with and for Kaine of Clan Australis, serving as sentinel, last line of defence, and guardian. He had made his way in a dozen roles over the years. They had not always seen eye to eye. In fact, Akita had often flat out ignored or disobeyed directives that he found fault with. He'd always been proven right. Here, on Wayland, he'd ended the threat of Darth Vesull for good and all, something Kaine had struggled all his life to achieve. Indeed, had Akita not done as he had willed, and taken action, Kaine would have died, or worse.
So it was following the fall of Mandalore. Akita had watched the Mandalorian, he was working hard to rebuild his clan, but he seemed tied down, unwilling to act. So, the Cuy'val Dar would act as their original mandate dictated. No rules. Protect the vode. Akita had reached out himself, something he rarely did, preferring the shadows, being invisible, not needing to speak or interact with others. That was his preference. Duty dictated he act otherwise.
Using the extensive access and contacts he had developed, he made selected encrypted communications to a group of individuals who he knew would, together, have the potential to achieve all their objectives.
Let it begin.
To free the worlds occupied by the Sith. To show the galaxy that all was not lost. To hold the line one last time against the darkness. Because darkness had to be met. In the dark, deserted halls of Mount Tantiss, he waited, silently, for them to come to him.
Akita's message:
The time has come for the liberation of Mandalore.
Your help is needed if we are to prevail.
Spread the word and come to me on Wayland.
Time is short, and if we do not strike soon, all may be lost.
I trust you all understand the gravity of revealing my existence to you all at this time.
For justice, for duty, for freedom.
For Mandalore.
For the Galaxy!
Akita Silasrune
The Cuy'val Dar (Those who do not exist)
Your help is needed if we are to prevail.
Spread the word and come to me on Wayland.
Time is short, and if we do not strike soon, all may be lost.
I trust you all understand the gravity of revealing my existence to you all at this time.
For justice, for duty, for freedom.
For Mandalore.
For the Galaxy!
Akita Silasrune
The Cuy'val Dar (Those who do not exist)






