Things You See in a Graveyard | TSE Dominion of Concord Dawn

[Ourania Amun]

"Sorry I couldn't hear you over the sounds of your dead." Ourania snapped as she watched them scatter. Her armor's visor took most of the flashbang but other than that it was child's play. "No vod, you were defeated long before I got here." She knew he couldn't hear her, but in truth, the Mandalorians had long splintered before the arrival of those who had chosen the Sith. Fractured and ruined by the Infernal's own policies wavering back and forth before settling on the softer options. No longer were those Mandalorians the ones who crusaded and waged war, but rather sat and rotted from the core. It was the rot that drew the ire of the Galaxy. Core Imperials, Confederacy of Independent Systems and now the Empire had come to finish the job.

"The weak cannot be strong, for they are weak - they must be culled." She turned toward the Dark Lord, "Clan Amun will finish the job here, and we will purify the lands."

That much was clear when the younger Mandalorian fled the field so did his vod. "Hold your fire," she ordered, "let them run - they shall face us again, and when that time comes we'll be ready." No sense in shooting someone in the back. Ourania motioned toward the perimeter, "secure the area, and we'll move on to the next sector." Legionnaires pushed forward and moved ahead of Clan Amun. Likely these would not be the last of the Infernal's loyal dogs. Mandalorians were an ever fickle lot with about as many interpertations on honor and strength, and the resol'nare as there were Jedi Orders. It seemed only the Sith understood their purpose here.

Behind Ourania she watched, watched as the larger drop ships arrived.

Concord Dawn would be annexed soon.

[member="Darth Wyyrlok XXIV"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

[member="Anden Fancelo"]​

This fight wasn't about willpower or resolve. That was at least one thing that the entity had always admired about the Mandalorians; a culture based entirely on warfare...

...This fight was to be strength against strength.

The aramda that carried the 7th to their destination had since left hyperspace after an extensive period of travel, such was the way of things when it came to troop movements on a galactic scale but where some would merely sit within the metallic hulls that encased them until they had reached the orbit of the planet they sought to decend upon like a swarm of bloodthirsty locusts? The once prestigious Army Group who had since fallen from grace was given no such respite. Hours it might have been collecting up resources and armaments in order to get the unit's strength and efficency as close to its original state as possible but the voyage itself was not to be a peaceful one. Briefings, drills and everything else one could expect from a zealous commanding officer returning to a flock plagued by laziness and ill-tempered mismanagement sought to remedy as many problems as could be rectified within such a timeframe; even if it were nothing more than patchwork at best, to be able to truly entrust his subordinates on the field in a live-fire scenario where the enemy were just as zealous in their objective to protect their homeland as the entity that pulled the string of the 7th, having the core of his army weakened by his absence was a sure fire way to get a lot of men and women killed from the moment the ramps of the landing ships lowered.

It would be a long journey to truly return to form, paved with the blood of the weak.

Their target had long been selected, a stronghold utilised by the united Mandalorian clans for a multitude of purposes but now? With the mighty faction splintered? A holdout of warriors of a handful of clans stood defiant against the Sith Empire and their encoraching influence that sought to sweep over the system and unify it under the banner of the sprawling Empire. Whilst the option of pacifying a city or some other counter-insurgency operations had been considered, the entity had refused time and time again and insisted that the 7th assault the stronghold. There were upheavals at first, the newer officers placed into their positions by the ill-suited replacement spoke up in disagreement; knowing all too well that many of the men were not trained in siege warfare and were instead merely replacements that had been piled in with recruitment drives to fill the gaps that Elbridge had created through his own selfish intrigue. Too costly, the fresh faces said, too bloody, the men weren't ready. The excuses and fears of those who hadn't come face to face with the Lord General's methods of selection came time and time again and each time? One by one, those fears were silenced.

For whatever the Mandalorians could do to them and the men under their command, the blackstone entity that held the strings over the entire Army Group could evidently do much, much worse. It certainly provided clarity to those who were unsure about what lay ahead of them.

And so, as the armada entered the orbit of Concord Dawn, the interiors of each ship were alive with movement; the marching of feet, the humming of engines and the powering up of weapons. The dropzones had been calculated and each Corps that made up the Army Group had been assigned their individual objectives. All that was needed was the upload of intel from each of the recon teams sent ahead of the main force to know just what they were up against before the Lord General gave the order to deploy.

Its mass focused entirely on the holographic map.

 

[Darth Wyyrlok XXIV]

Not long after the insurrectionists had fled did the bodies of the raised Mandalorians and Imperials collapse, crumbling into dust as if the passage of time were accelerated around them. Only their armor remained, stained with soot and blood. Wyyrlok approached slowly, his hands held about his waist most serenely. "The Lord Emperor smiles upon Clan Amun, for they possess the strength to do what is required of the mighty. The weak shun such responsibilities." He looked out at the horizon, dark and ominous as the silhouettes of landing craft descended with the setting sun at their back. "When the dawn comes, Concord Dawn will belong to the Empire. The night fires of resistance will have been snuffed out. A new age crests the horizon of our future, my friend."

Wyyrlok's platoon camped for the night in the ruined village, collecting what remained of the dead and stacking them in combustible pyres which served to illuminate the wreckage. Again the bodies were stripped of valuables, Clan Amun's warriors more than welcome to participate in the looting. Wyyrlok sat off to one side, deep in meditation as his mouth silently worded the enumerations of the ancient Sith, steadying his body, his mind, and most important his spirit.

The Dowutin Sith who had journeyed down to Concord Dawn him appeared several hours later, his soldiers jubilant in their many victories. Wyyrlok cracked an eye open at his approach, "I see you have engorged yourself, brother. I am pleased." A boisterous laugh rang out across the village, "Indeed, brother. There were many Mandalorians who thought they could stymie the Emperor's tide! I showed them the folly of their beliefs, for if you do not serve the Empire..."

"Then you will be crushed beneath it."

[member="Ourania Amun"]​

 

[Amaya Cardei]

While what remained of the Mandalorians loyal to the Infernal retreated, the Sith Empire moved in force. Without a doubt the fights would continue but now they would be smaller, farther and fewer between. The sounds and smells of bodies burning would be a macabre symphony that would play for as long as there were bodies to burn. From Clan Amun and [member="Darth Wyyrlok XXIV"] the Empire's flag would fly high, and all across the planet vassal states from the Empire would make their claim. Just as the official annexation of the planet began, the Sith Empire's anthem would play from the speakers just as soon as they were ready. Legionnaires and Starfighters alike sang in unison, the flags waved in the wind and while it was a welcome sight for the Sith Empire.

Infernal-loyal Mandalorians no doubt sneered at such a sight.

Concord Dawn would be turned into a breadbasket for the Empire, from factory farms to agricultural research centers. The Concord Belt would be modified, turned into a starfighter outpost with facilities to house other Sith-Imperial operations. A new shipyard would be built in orbit, while the old planet side shipyards would be turned into a military base. The Emperor would indeed smile upon the efforts of his people and would turn to those responisble for the Empire's maps to ensure that Concord Dawn would now be part of the new National Mandalorian State.

[OOC: You may continue your stories, but this objective is officially wrapped up!]

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Jai'galaar and his band quickly checked to be sure they weren't being tracked, then ducked into their underground hideout. They quickly get things ready, with the Gred medic quickly taking a look at the hand of the stupid vod who blasted a flash bang in their hand. Herself. Jai, ran over, looking at the hand.

"Your hands burnt. What were you thinking!?"

"Need to get us out of that, and you didn't stop me."

"I thought you were going to throw it!" The medic just sighed, tending to her hand for a second before rushing to someone else. Jai sighed, looking out. "Those comms ready?" One of his vod slid out from under a wall mounted comms unit, nodding.

"Bounces of at least 300 comms units all around before finally broadcasting. It'd take a miracle to track this back." Jai nodded quickly hitting the comm, he only had one thing to say though.

"Concord Dawn akaanir!"

[member="Ourania Amun"] [member="Darth Wyyrlok XXIV"]

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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Spoiler

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Concord Dawn, Southern Hemisphere, POI Wasp​

[Objective]: Deny enemy assets and retreat and await deployment of Battlegroup I.​

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As the rockets whistled their way and eliminated the stationary armored vics, Vaak had already transmitted the intel over to advisor. Their job was done, and they've crippled a fair amount of enemy assets. It's mostly meatheads with guns now. Anden then barked in comms. "Besh! Start breaking off and heading to the LZ, we'll distract 'em from here!" His words accompanied by the symphony of blaster fire and the charged shots from Maxevan's repeater. The syncopation emigrating from the booming shots out of Ward's long rifle.

As Anden covered one side of his helmet from the noise to better hear the commlink's audio that came to his left ear. He heard a response from Carmine.
"Got it sir! Breaking off now-" In the midst of the teamleader's sentence. One of the others can be heard in the background. "CONTACT SOUTHWEST!" Carmine continued. "We're engaged- AAGH!" The transmission was cut off there. And blaster fire erupted over towards the western direction from where Anden and the rest of Onyx were at.

It did not take long for the Captain to act. The destination his men were heading, was home. Not the afterlife. In a spike of rage and hatred towards his foe. He demanded for Aurek to disengage and begin heading towards the West. It did not take long, and Maxevan's leadership was due for credit. He knew what was to come and made the right call. The remainder of Onyx broke into a sprint across the trees. Vaak, given he was apart of command element radioed in their current status, that half of the team was being engaged from opposing forces and the battlegroup needed to be deployed. Fast.

In the heat of this sprint, evading the trees and fauna in his way. The captain thought to himself. Why did he blindly obey such an order? What if the battlegroup doesn't make it on time? A slight scowl from under his helmet dismissed such thoughts. He needed to focus on now. He needed to focus on maintaining not only the safety of his Besh team, but also Aurek.

With Alex Jeno rushing as pointman, a figure in familiar armor stuck out from the tree and struck him with the butt of their rifle. A perfect strike, as Jeno collapsed to the ground in a hefty grunt.

The lone mandalorian warrior that struck Jeno, yelled out in his native tongue. "Ram'or!" And more hostiles appeared from the ground, fauna or the trees. Forcing most of Onyx to take cover, one member being struck. The mandalorians let out a roar, that demanded the death of all that tread on their lands.

The lead Mandalorian warrior adjusted his rifle to kill the dazed Jeno, but before the trigger was pulled. The mandalorian roar was thundered by the cry of Maxevan. Who tackled the mandalorian to the ground and going wild like an enraged gundark. The cry of Maxevan was not a cry of desperation, but a cry for blood. The blood of his enemy to be spilled. And creating the opportunity to allow the adrenaline filled members of Onyx to dispatch the hostiles. It was easily done. Onyx was leagues above these weak mandalorian conscripts. Had it been true mandalorian warriors, like the one pinned by the titan of a human: Maxevan. It'd be a different story.

Onyx rose up and began rushing off over towards the West. "Come on! Move move move!" Anden barked, taking point. It did not take long for the Mandalorian warrior to meet his end, afterwards Maxevan retrieved Jeno and began following along.

Their destination was a couple of meters close, they just needed to make it.

Upon crossing the shrubbery, it was evident that it was... too late.

| [member="Vestille Thumahra"] |​