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Thuggery Afoot

Intelligence had pinpointed the source of a thorn in the Dominion's side thanks to the efforts of the newly formed DSB. A response had been formulated immediately; that response coming in the form of a minor fleet element and a conglomeration of soldiers hailing from every corner of the Dominion. The objective was a relatively simple one: this thorn needed removal. A violent solution was required to deal with a violent problem.

The thorn itself was a rather sizable enclave of raiders that made a living pillaging the Dominion's trade ships. they had plagued the migrant fleets throughout their flight from Atrisia, and had settled on the nearby world of Lorrd to continue their raids. Attempts had been made to solve the issues with these raiders in the past, but all had ended in little more than further death and the continuation of hostilities.

The raiders needed to be dealt with permanently, and that was why a small number of Dominion vessels now closed upon Lorrd. The team had been called for a briefing aboard the head of DSB's vessel. Owazza had been the first to arrive, the Wookie Warlord busying himself with after-action reports from nearby skirmishes.

"<Let us see this intelligence officer,>" the wookie muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair as he took in the briefing room. He'd never enjoyed working with spooks, but then SIS had always been a lot less reasonable than the DSB was proving itself to be.
 
I was the DSB ground liaison for this mission. Follow and collect all information that I could about these Raiders and how they were able to attack our trade shipments and refugee transports. The Bureau was interested in getting this information, but also to secure some of their ships and uniforms for possible future missions. Drox unit specialized in infiltration and espionage, gather as much information on the both allies and enemies of the Dominion. Jagger always stressed the important aspect of knowing all information, both good and bad.

Me and my team sat in the corner of the room awaiting the briefing. We knew the gist of our mission, but there was no harm in reviewing and making sure all bases were covered. We were in our Phoenix Legion Armor as the DSB didn't yet have the time or resources to develop new uniformed armor for all soldiers in the field. Our weapons of choice for this mission were of course the E-11 blaster. Modified slightly of course with more powerful power cells in case we were to face heavy battle droids. It was only time till the DSB Director would brief the teams and I was ready to prove myself to those who doubted I was the heir to Admiral Jagger.

[member="Owazza"]
 
Bartic entered the one of the smaller briefing rooms, not meant to hold more that 25 human sized beings comfortably it was best suited for the task at hand. The the others had already gathered there, ready to revise their orders.

"Welcome to the 'Interrogator' gentlemen, as you've already been told the goal for today, the removal of the local Mandalorian enclave. This group was one of the few that harassed fleets withdrawing to Ession, confirmed hundreds dead by their hand.

Bartic paused and keyed the holoprojector, bringing up a picture.

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​"This man is their leader, Thurk Spaullur, your mission once you hit the ground is the ensure his death or if possible, however unlikely, his capture. Only by cutting the head of the beast can we be assured of it's total destruction. You will be working alongside our other forces on the ground."

"Their base is located here," Bartic paused and changed to holo, "Deep in the desert using the ancient slave pits to house them selves and their equipment, however we expect them to exit to engage our forces for fear of being burred by bombing runs. You'll find Thurk within the base, he was injured in a raid, but do not underestimate him, he is a deadly and experienced warrior. Once he is dead attempt to steal the data off of their network along with any items of interest. Due to the lack of craft you will be inserting with the regular force. As for support a squad of 'door kickers' will be assigned to you, as well the K-wings will be available for bombing runs so long as you are outside."

​"Any questions?"

[member="Owazza"]
[member="Rainer Altman"]
[member="Marcus Itera"]
[member="Drox Fuga"]
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
What does it take to become Mand'Alor?

It's not some lofty crown that can be embezzled through witty thinking and a silver tongue. No, it was something far more complex. So much so that only those with a true sense of honor and the way of the warrior could ever hope to dream of taking such a title.

For Zaz it was no longer a hope or a dream, not even a goal, it was simply how things would be. The Mandalorian made his way down the hall of the "Interrogator," clad in the traditional Beskar'gam of his people. Zaz was late for the briefing but there was little reason for him to be there in the first place. The warrior had done this dance several times in the past year. Taking on a loose clan of Mandalorian Raiders that specialized in hit and run tactics. Yet no matter how many times they were pushed back they always returned, and their leader always survived. Until now.

A soft swish could be heard as the doors to the briefing room parted, making way as Zaz entered into the area. He quickly scanned the room before glancing over to the Holoprojector in the room's center.

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"] seemed to have concluded his briefing and they were on stand by. Rather than listen to the questions they may have Zaz made his way over to the familiar face in the room. [member="Owazza"] sat at his desk, scrolling through some manner of work that covered his desk. Zaz, giving the desk a good-mannered kick, pulled his helmet off before leaning back on the desk. "Wake up, fuzz butt."

"It's about time we devoted some time to Thurk...His ass is mine. Besides, if we take out enough of his boys maybe the rest will change their colors to Tal'Verda." He muttered, smirking back at the Wookie as he spoke.

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Owazza"]
 
Owazza peered up at Drox and Bartic as they entered the room. The former was rather quiet, which was about fitting for what Owazza knew of the DSB. Their people tended to be rather somber folks, and given their chosen professions, the wookie found that he could not blame them. Even still, he waved a fuzzy had at Drox all the same. Owazza made a habit of getting on friendly terms with anyone he was going to be shooting karkers with.

He sat up a little straighter as Director Myth'rand began to speak. Big brown eyes narrowed with focus as he took in all of Bartic's words and compared them with the notes he had read on his after action reports. It all lined up rather well. Thurk had been a rather significant problem for the Dominion in the past few months, and the slimy bastard seemed to make his escape at the end of every conflict. This time he wouldn't be getting away. The Dominion knew where his home was, and no Mando with any sense of right was going to abandon his people to a conquering enemy.

"<How likely are they to have AA defenses? I'd like to know before I try to make use of CAS and end up getting our boys chopped up into bantha steak.>" The Wookie asked, the translator on his datapad speaking the words in basic for those that did not understand his native tongue. He parted his lips to speak further, but then his desk was jostling beneath him and a naked-no-fur was half-shouting something about claiming asses.

"<You will claim no ass, for I have already named it as mine!>" Owazza snarled, clearly a bit irked at having had his desk kicked. "<You are late again Zaz. Is your entire clan so punctually inept?>" The Wookie asked, his right eye twitching with annoyance.

[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Marcus Itera"]
 
Drox just stood silently in the corner of the room with his team as the others buzzed about killing the leader and claiming what was left for their select groups. In truth however, this was for the Dominion, and those soldiers who would so called 'Change Colors', they would do so and become troopers of the Dominion. Even the Fuga Family was not singularly individural, yet served the Dominion Lord with loyalty and sacrifice. The only singularly difference that Drox considered selfish act, was to kill the people that killed his father. Revenge was what the dominion promised, and Drox would cash that in one day. Until then, he was a loyal soldier and politician of the Dominion.

Drox stepped forward to introduce himself, though with the recent award ceremony, his face was probably already known. "Agent Drox Fuga, leader of Phenom Legions, Director, sir, my team was tasked with securing the flanks and making use of supplies that aren't destroyed, as such I have already placed a infiltration team on the ground ahead of time, I would like to regroup with them as soon as possible."

[member="Owazza"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
 
In times of war, every man had their place, every soldier their duty. Loken sat with the regiment of the 501st, his black armor a stark difference from those around him who bore the traditional white trooper arms, shoulders braced by pauldrons marking each of the officers among them. The briefing was underway, there the agents of the Dominion would be included in the plans surrounding the security of Lorrd, Lokens homeworld; he alike the rest of the 501st would provide overwatch as they would move in and eliminate the leader of the pocket of rogues causing mayhem for merchant fleets passing by.

The re-establishment of the Dominion was a Godsend. Loken had never hugely enjoyed the Jedi Veiere's company yet he had served under him as was his duty, the two of them often conflicted on matters of battle tactics, the Jedi far more sympathetic for those that might challenge their cause where as Captain Decius remembered those that had fallen before him, those that served under Lord Mephirium and fought without an ounce of regret as they ran the enemy down; this was what the 501st had been brought together for, to fight and to kill for the Dominion. In some ways, it was good to see that their Lord Commander's own ambitions had in the end coincided with their former liege, it justified the struggle of fighting against former allies, allying with former enemies and walking away from Atrisia had been the most difficult of all, preferring to have given his life for the war effort if it meant saving their leader, yet here it all seemed to come about full circle. They were whole again and they were moving to regain the ground they had lost so many months ago.

Loken Decius had seen his share of battles, he'd dropped in upon countless worlds under the flak of heavy artillery. He doubted very much that this band of scum would be packing the same ferocity of arms fire that his former enemies had thrown at him, yet this was an important battle, marking not only the beginning of the Dominions reign over this sector of space but also going the distance to offer his homeworld something that he had not been around to give; protection.

[member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Owazza"] | [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Drox Fuga"]
 
The Disfavored Elite had attended the briefing en masse. All thirty or so of them, along with Marcus, filled many of the seats as the holoprojector sprung to life with all sorts of geospatial intelligence. Dominion dissemination techniques appeared to be quite thorough, so Marcus expected this whole thing to be a milk run. The Elite hit hard and fast, and they were the best of the best. The Mandalorians, 501st, and other clans that had came along would pale in comparison to the decades upon decades of tactical domination that the Disfavored brought to the table. That being said, many of these men and women were working for a paycheck. Each corpse they created was just an added bonus. Collateral damage; didn't matter as long as the price was right.

"Not too shabby," Miranda chirped. She materialized in augmented reality, grinning at the all-source intel as data stream before her cyan eyes. "Everything looks accurate. Looks. Let's hope everything is exactly as it should be."

Marcus nodded pensively. Military intelligence liked to prove itself an oxymoron on more than one occasion.

"We're ready whenever you guys and girls are." The mercenary reported before turning to his band of sellswords. "Get your shebs into high gear. Mobilize and prepare to drop within five mikes."

[member="Loken Decius"], [member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Owazza"], [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]
 
[member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Owazza"] | [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Loken Decius"]

In the Briefing...

It seemed as if every hour was zero hour for the hardened troops of the Dominion. Seraya could hardly blame them. After the wholesale destruction they'd seen wrought on Artrisia they were out for blood, for any avenue to vent their frustrations. things like that never tended to end well, which was very telling of this plan she'd seen them draw up.

As they had talked she'd taken in bits and pieces, both hands clasped behind her back. She was clad in her traditional blue jumpsuit with a white vest and cowl, complete with Flight googles around her neck. She'd been more interested in the flow of the force around her, letting it ebb and flow through her being until they were done talking.

Now she was refreshed, and it was her turn.

"Gentlemen." The Redheaded woman spoke up, now moving her hands wide and chest level.

"Have you ever considered that perhaps going right to the sword is not the most viable option. Sure we could charge in there, lightsabers and guns blazing. We could also get our behinds shot off."

"Have we ever contacted this man and his rag tag band of rebels? Have we ever sat and listened what they have to say for themselves? While I can understand the need for vengeance I find it profane. Give me a shuttle with an escort, and one hour to converse with him."

She could hear her Masters words now in her mind.

"Every conflict has a basis, a bottom line. Most times it is simply a need not being met, but in very rare circumstances it's just the will of others to see things burn. Either way our duty demands that we serve the force first. Find the need, meet it and you can often-times neutralize a grave threat."
She laid her hands upon the holo projector and then swiped left, opening a tactical projection to the sideof the main projector.

"Vengeance is a profane thing. We have to take care to avoid becoming the very thing the Dominion stands against, a tyrannical system imposing its will on others. If by some miracle we could convince Thurk or even some of his officers to come to the table, we could see about joining them to us as irregulars, under some kind of terms."

Then she began to mark locations on the map. A large square perimeter with strong points and overlapping fields of fire pointing inwards in every direction.

"I understand there's little love for the Jedi and their peacemaking. I You must also understand that though I stand with you and the Dominion, I serve the living force first. The Force demands that I make an effort to resolve this without bloodshed. Alternatively if it did come to that, my diversion could give you time to set your fighting positions, rather than charge in blind."

With a wave downwards she closed the tac screen, and they heard their data pads beep as a copy of her plan was relayed to each of them. Now she waited, eyes narrowing and ears and heart listening both in the physical plane as well as the force.
 
Grace had been watching and listening to the conversation at the briefing, Trying her best to not let her mind wander, the woman studied the figure of Thurk. Mandolorian, and an experienced one. Not going to go down easily. They'd have trouble getting to him, not to mention killing him. Her mind raced through the possibilities of how she could get in. Beskar could be problematic, espically when they could fight better than most. She'd have to be as quiet as she could...

Wait. Had the Jedi just suggested doing this diplomatically?

"Diplomacy fails when they KILL CIVILIAN TRANSPORTS!" Her voice rose, anger stirring inside her. This woman, this jedi, wanted to talk this out? "They're attacking us. Not just our military, but our people. The kinds of people I had assumed Jedi like yourself were supposed to protect!" She started towards the other woman, her face formed into a mask of rage. Hands clenched into fists, eyes narrowed. Something had snapped in her. Had she lost someone? Maybe. It wasn't clear.

She took a deep breath. And another. Part of her relaxed, her body uncurling. "They don't deserve mercy."

[member="Seraya Whisperwind"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Loken Decius"] [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Owazza"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"]
 
Bartic had finished his briefing and allowed other to take over, in order to deal with the specifics of their own operations. As he gathered the materials he brought with him the Jedi, [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] began an address of the troops, although not her place to do so, a rousing speech was always good for moral so was he about to let her continue and pay her no mind, that was until he heard her begin to usurp the entire task force's purpose here.

This was not something he could not tolerate, and it appeared the he was not the only one who felt that way, [member="Grace Darkson"] , one of the Atrisia survivors, and because of that understood why there where here, had got to the Jedi first to give her a piece of her mind. Bartic would let her finish before stepping in, it seemed she was going after her for wanting to break bread with with those whom had made themselves the enemies of the Dominion, very well then he would go after her willing disloyalty.

Bartic put his hand on Seraya's shoulder and spoke with the same tone as a disapointed father, "These men and women have proven themselves murderers and enemies of the dominion, that is why we are here, and perhaps you should take precautions to not end up among them. Contrary to your belief you serve the Dominion first, as does everyone else in this task force, you would be wise to remember that Jedi." He spat the last word like it was some kind of poison.

[member="Marcus Itera"]
[member="Loken Decius"]
[member="Drox Fuga"]
[member="Owazza"]
[member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
Zaz did not take Owazza's words to heart, rather he dismissed the Wookie with a dismissing wave of his armored hand. The man's attention was divided when a woman began to speak of diplomacy. Rather than approach her he watched as the room turned on her, rather quickly. He could not help but smirk at her words while crossing his arms, finding the scene rather amusing. The first to approach her was [member="Grace Darkson"], who was far less amused than Zaz. Her approach to the Jedi was rather aggressive and Zaz considered the possibility that she may have personal feelings tied into the subject.

After [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] made his approach to the woman Zaz pushed himself off the desk, stepping to the center of the room as he spoke. "Let's dial this back a bit." He stated, grabbing his helmet as he made his way to his destination.

His eyes fell on [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], gesturing to the man as he leaned on the room's center console. "Mind if I put my two cents in?"

Of course Zaz did not wait on permission to speak, he scanned the room, attempting to make eye contact with each individual as his voice finally found life. "We're not talking about some rag tag group of Rebels, as you put it." His gaze found [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] as he spoke. "We're not talking about standard pirates, separatists, or even regular terrorists. These are soldiers running raids against us. Worse than that they are Mandalorian's. They won't hold to your same code of honor, Jetii."

Zaz crossed his arms once again, continuing on. "These are soldiers that will wreak havoc on us for as long as we allow them. As for Thurk? He's nothing more than a thug with an enhanced set of skills. But if we do not destroy him he will make us pay for it."

"So I recommend you keep your peacekeeper talks reserved for a time and place where we have such a luxury. Until then we're at war, so you need to act like it." He stated with a wave of his hand. After speaking Zaz pulled his buyce back over his head, blinking twice to pull his HUD back online.

[member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Loken Decius"] [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Owazza"]
 
Some of the 501st turned to look in the direction of the briefing room, the regiment remaining seated, Loken having set out to clean up the E11-S Blaster Rifle, her power cell upon his knee, the lever mechanism covering the discharge vent pulled back far enough so that he could run a thin wire with talons outstretched down the eye of the firearm, ensuring that nothing would keep it from killing the enemy. To his right, one of his men 'Arctic' turned to hit him with a closed fist to the shoulder, the punch without any strength though going the distance to gain Loken's attention, he turned to glance in the corporal's direction.

"Someone's seriously miffed back there, Cap...-You'd think they'd be pleased to be back in the Dominion's home ground, yeah?", Arctic was a good man, younger than Decius and with the smooth attitude to prove it beneath the white of his mask, his name was ironically given to him because they hadn't been able to think of anything more original, it was the armor that he wore with great pride that had inspired the name, despite the rest of the Regiment wearing the same.

"Maybe they're pissed off that a Jedi Knight's leading the whole thing..." Decius mused outwardly, the other men turning to glance his way, they had all worked alongside Veiere by now and many of them had witnessed the more than common disputes that had occurred between Decius and the Jedi's compassion for all peoples, those considered undeserving among them. In fact it was the very same situation within the briefing room that had set Decius and Veiere apart during the Jedi's first command. It was a mistake that people often wouldn't forget. "Sure knows how to talk though, gotta give 'em that...-He may be a chit Soldier but you can't say the Jedi wouldn't make good politicians...".

"Hell, I'm just glad we're only dealing with one of 'em...-And it's finally good to know who we're fighting..." The Trooper chuckled, the audio sensor within his helmet changing the former human voice for a partially droid like one, it helped them to remain anonymous when faced with the Enemy, "You gotta be glad to be going home though right?" he added, looking across to Decius of whom answered only with a continued silence. Getting the hint somewhat quickly, Arctic knew well when to shut his mouth and return his attention to more productive things. Perhaps he'd realized that such a subject wasn't up for discussion where Decius' personal life was concerned though it was clear none the less that the rest of the lads had been gossiping with the young Corporal. 'Surrounded by women...Well, better have your claws out Ladies' Decius thought to himself in spite of the change in subject, soon rising to his feet having set his rifle up once more and soon began to make his way towards the nearest stairwell down to the Cargo hold. It wouldn't be long now before they'd reached their destination and Decius figured it didn't hurt to give the transports one last look over before descending into hell.

[member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Owazza"] | [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] | [member="Grace Darkson"]
 
[member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Owazza"] | [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Loken Decius"] [member="Grace Darkson"]

The Briefing....

The speed at which hostility ignited was remarkable. The second Grace stepped forwards and unloaded on Seraya she felt her force presence swirling like a raging hurricane across the Kamino oceans. Both of the Jedi's arms crossed and she regarded the other woman with a stare that could melt holes through starship plate. With the force she expanded, pushing Graces presence back from her own and probing the young woman a bit.

Anger, regret, hatred. All of seemed to have a root cause, which she suspected was a personal attachment. Strictly why the Jedi were forbidden to have such attachments. Were she a practising Jedi of the Old Republic order she might have tried to arrest or subdue Grace. But she was not.
Two sides to every coin, the force in it entirety is not bound by light or dark. These are just labels. to be effective Jedi we must learn to use all the tools at our disposal, while never letting go of our primary mission. The preservation of life, and Liberty.
Then Bartic said his piece. She almost scoffed and fought herself so she did not roll her eyes.

Cooler heads prevailed, and then it was over. Zaz being the most calm of them all. She could sense something in him. He was not like the others, bent on blood and destruction just for the sake of vengeance. When she connected with him in the force his aura silently communicated more than that. A yearning to do what was right.

"Very well then." She spoke after a long pause. The fire in the room was subsiding now.

"Bartic, understand this. I swore no oath nor fealty to your Dominion. I am not under your Command or anyone else’s. I am here by choice, because I believe it is the right thing to do. So please,"

She bowed at the waist and smiled.

"Never assume you own me again."

then she fell in beside Zaz and clasped her hands behind her back, remaining as still and neutral as possible.

"I'll be falling in with Zaz. Lead the way commander."

This had gone from a diplomatic mission to a preservation of life mission for her. And to preserve the most life in inevitable conflict there was only one avenue available. End the conflict, quickly and decisively. With the use of extraordinary violence if it was called for.
 
The Jedi wasn't wrong, the Dominion was more of a coalition of nations and fallen dreams. To attack without sending diplomats or a team of negotiations would have the opposite effect with our standing in the Galaxy. 'Dominion Attacks Mandalorian Outpost', Drox could see the headlins now. That however was. It the case, Director Bartic wasn't a dumb man, he served with Admiral Jagger and Lord Meph, a veteran of intelligent gathering. When he stated that the teams before us were killed, those were the diplomats, those within the Dominion that thought as the Jedi did, he was sure. However he studied Mandalorian Culture, surrender or peace when your enemy showed no strength, did anyone really expect them to accept.

Drox stepped up to stand next to [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], his direct boss and a very bad enemy to make. However this was already a difficult Alliance to maintain, pushing a Jedi like that aside would only make the DSB look bad. "Director, I think the Jedi and her friend, Zaz was it, I think they can have my mission with capturing the Lieutenants of this Raider group, Intel has stated that some were doubtful to make war with the Dominion, I still have my mission to secure supplies and those who raided the Civilian Transport for public trial," Drox pulled out a datapad with the names and faces of the lieutenants. "The Jedi and her team may have a better understanding of the Mandalorian Culture then I do personally sir, it would only boost our chances."

Drox knew he was stepping against protocol and chain of command, but in a coalition, you have to make your allies happy with the cards they were dealt. The director was a military man, not a peacekeeper or even a politician, quick and effective was the motto of the DSB and it was because of the director that this was so. He only hopped the Director would see this as appeasement and not becoming a commander.

[member="Seraya Whisperwind"] [member="Loken Decius"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Owazza"]
 
Owazza's intervention came in the form of a rather sharp and angry grunt. It was loud enough to be heard over the hustle and bustle of those gathered, like some kind of archaic alarm that most sane beings would adhere to.

"<If you continue to bicker I will eat you all!>" Owazza snarled, brown eyes narrowing into slits as they passed over those gathered. "<The Jedi is not within our command structure, but a Jedi is useful. I second the words of mister Fuga. Send them to secure those that may be disloyal to our enemy,>" the wookie gave an annoyed snort. "<Shall we move forward Director?>" He asked, his attentions centering on Bartic. Owazza was not one to stall things for the sake of words, let alone some such as these.

Rather than awaiting an answer, the wookie warrior hoisted his bowcaster up over his shoulder and gestured toward [member="Loken Decius"] and [member="Marcus Itera"]. "<You are the veterans brothers. With you and your people at our side, we will crush the raiders!>" A dangerous laugh bellowed from Owazza's furry chest. Sharp teeth shined in the bright light of the briefing room, and the wookie's lips pulled back in a savage grin. He whirled back upon Bartic. "<Keep us updated Director. We shall be relying on you,>" the warlord turned to march out the doors. "<Our shuttles await comrades. Let us get underway.>" Without another word, Owazza marched out the doors toward the hangers that awaited.

The raiders had no idea what was coming their way.

[member="Drox Fuga"], [member="Seraya Whisperwind"], [member="Loken Decius"], [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Bartic Myth'rand"], [member="Grace Darkson"],
 
He didn't reach the Cargo bay, instead he turned back to hear the Wookie talking back at him and one of the others, Marcus Itera who had also been on Atrisia alongside their former Leader. The word Veteran was considered a compliment in most cases however Atrisia had been a blow against the early days of the Dominion of which Loken had not wished to recall could it be helped. It was the day he had been forced to confirm to the leadership of a Jedi Knight, of whom he trusted little and at one stage during the battle of Deneba had been rendered unconscious by and dragged out of the fight. Ever since that day, he had been at odds with the new Archlord, never showing disrespect yet always taking his command with a hint of skepticism, the judgement of a pacifist wasn't always in the best interests of the Soldier, nor his men. Whether Veiere would prove himself to have changed, that was unclear.

"Five-Oh-First, We're moving!" Decius called to his brothers and sisters, paling in comparison to his own black armor. At his word they all locked in their rifles, holstering them and rising to begin heading for the vessels hangar. He allowed them to walk on ahead, stepping to the side only to resume at his own pace listening to the chatter of the other men at his back. Many of these people he didn't know yet such was the way of things for the 501st, they didn't need to be skilled in diplomacy nor knowledgeable in social standings, they were here to remove the opposition from the world of Lorrd and in this one objective, Loken would do so without remorse. He was no Jedi, he didn't feel compassion for the lives of men who struck out at his own. The enemies of the Dominion would feel the backside of his E-11 before gasping for their last breaths upon the scarred debris and he would not stop until the job was done. Such was the intent of every one of the men and women serving under him and that fierce loyalty was what lay at the heart of the 501st.

[member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Owazza"] | [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] | [member="Drox Fuga"] | [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] | [member="Grace Darkson"]
 
Bartic tapped a couple times on his 'pad and projected a holo of two men and a woman, all in Mandalorian armour. "Very well then [member="Seraya Whisperwind"] if you wish to try something less violent, these three lieutenants of Thurk are do not have a death mark on them, it will be your duty to capture them alive as well and any of their foot soldier who throw down arms.

He turned and looked at the rest of the crowd that was gathering, "Well what are you all waiting for, there's work to be done, report to your shuttles."

His comm beeped softly and the voice of the captain came through. "Sir, you are needed on the bridge."

It was time to take his leave, somewhat of a relief, you never really know how some of those pompous, stick up their arse force users would react, they were wild cards. That was always something he could not tolerate, wild cards pose a threat to order in the dominion, he'd need to deal with the leaders of whatever force orders exist, to ensure that they were loyal, or at the least, not working against it.

[member="Loken Decius"] [member="Owazza"] [member="Drox Fuga"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Loken Decius"] [member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
Zaz did not care for the fact that he would not have a shot at the rival Clan's leader, destroying him would have been a nice victory for the young Mandalorian. However duty came before pride so Zaz would not dispute the matter. Using a double blink to activate his HUD he turned to [member="Seraya Whisperwind"], giving three slower blinks towards her. A red outline scanned over her for a moment before it solidified into the screen, adding a small red dot on the bottom right of Zaz's screen.

As Owazza began to speak Zaz turned back to Seraya, speaking over the Wookie. "Time to go." He stated, turning out of the room, not feeling a need to listen to the rest of the possible bickering that may come from this meeting.

Zaz turned out into the hall and made his way to the main hanger, curious of how this battle could go.

[member="Bartic Myth'rand"] @Owazza @Drox Fuga
 

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