Unification of People
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Unification of People:
You took a deep breath and felt a ting of shame. You were in a strange way, manipulating these people.
Using their honor and codes for something that would be beneficial for this cause you were building, this reason you were now, just now, beginning to make right. That was all this is.
Yet you did feel guilty because as much as the Mandalorian people did evil towards the Galaxy, they were not slaves. They should never be considered as such. Yet their violence, destruction, and skills in battle did make them perfect.
You could only hope that, in the end, it would lead to something far better. Perhaps, for once in their history, they would stop fighting and ask themselves a simple question.
Why were they fighting?
If such a question could be answered. The Galaxy would turn, not for the Republic… but for the Mandalorians themselves.
"The Mandalorians as a people have been falling since that fateful loss at Malachor V." You were speaking quietly, but the silence among the Mandalorians was deafening, they were now at full attention, listening to this outsider speak to them.
Berate them… The more arrogant ones would say.
Teach them. The wise would tell.
But they were all enraptured by you. By your words.
What you had to say, may indeed, be what would define Mandalorians… in this brave new era. This world where they were nothing. Were lost. And without guidance. Without a Mandalore.
"As you all are probably familiar with, it was more than an end of that particular crusade, but an end of an era. A battle that left the holy planet broken, and with it the people of Mandalore. While Mandalore the Preserver was able to put the pieces back together, even he couldn't ever truly fix the total devastation Raven Wrought. The force that terrified the galaxy splintered, losing unity and many parts that helped them reach the heights they were known for. Much knowledge was lost from the near extermination caused by the war, and the sources of beskar dried up or were lost, with the forgers keeping the forces that rivaled the republic reduced to a few revered Armor smiths that keep their knowledge alive. And not only were culturally important technology such as the Basilisks lost but even the scientist and engineering traditions that birthed them were lost in the fires of war and sands of time. You all are veterans of hardship, hardened by more battles than most of the galaxy, yet bearing the scars from the civil war over your own fate."
You were now stopping, looking at them. Many had, in shock removed their helmets, looking at you with their sullen, weary faces.
Many were old, their children not here, as they had sought to protect them. To keep them away from rivals, preventing them from being hurt.
How you wished you had that same, simple naivety. To be able to trust others, when the Galaxy around you refused to allow such a simple, hopeful gesture.
"The Republic is dying, with the new masters of the galaxy seeking to replace it with their egopolis. Tearing down venerable institutions under the veneer of clearing corruption, while at the same time taking corruption to new heights. The Moffs, an ancient title used to facilitate the peaceful incorporation of warlords back when the Republic was young, has now been used to give the Emperor's cronies their own personal fiefdoms."
At that mention, all thoughts went to one man. The one man who, in such a short period of time, became hated by all Mandalorians. Gideon.
"The laws of the land are selectively enforced, with some officers choosing to ignore certain inconvenient laws, such as the Ryloth incident where Commander Talia was almost arrested after having cut through the local slavery rings, thanks to them being 'upstanding citizens' and friends of the Local garrison commander. Said commander still holds his post in spite of the evidence found confirming said commander's involvement." You found yourself feeling pained by those words.
Yet you continued onward, for the simple reason that no one else would bring it up. They would simply hide.
Simply forget, and ignore the chaos, in exchange for order.
You refused to believe such a thing.
"COMPNOR serves as a dedicated social control apparatus to divide and silence dissenters, with the ISB handling those whom formed groups while also dealing with military disloyalty, as the Military Intelligence, by their very nature can't be trusted to put the egopolis before the functional nation. The empire seeks to replace the vibrant cultures such as Corellia, Naboo, and even Mandalore, with a more Imperial culture that would accept being stripped of freedom."
At those words, there were jeers and boos from the Mandalorians, they were now fired up in a way that you could never do simply by appealing to them. They had to be shown that they were under threat. And it required them to have an enemy they could fight.
"The cultures of the various forces that formed the Republic army is being subsumed, with effort being put to marginalize those whom don't think like 'proper Imperials'. With the venerated Clone Army being tossed away like used goods for the crime of not being Imperial. Being tossed aside because in spite of the cloner's efforts, including this."
You had hoped to never see the truth behind order 66. You had wanted, no, prayed to all the Galaxy and the Force that it was not true, for the simple fact that it would have broken you.
The Biochip from one of the many clones soldiers now serving under your command. A reminder that they were not men… but slaves. "This was an 'insurance' developed in an attempt to make sure that the Clones would follow orders, involving code to ensure contingencies are followed. Such as Order 4 which is supposed to preserve cohesion, Order 65 and 66 should the Chancellor or the Jedi have gone rogue, to the clearly worrying ones such as order 37, Capture of a single wanted individual through the mass arrest and threatened execution of a civilian population. Follow-up directives included scenarios for body disposal of civilian casualties and suppression of communications. Something which has left the execution of order 66 a traumatic moment for many Clone Troopers, with its targets likely being dictated not by the soldiers, but by a list in the chip. It seems that further studies noted how it was theoretically possible to fully fight it off, especially after having experienced its use, something the Empire is likely aware of, hence their policy of decommissioning them as soon as possible before the clones end up starting an 'incident' against the Empire."
You now saw the horror in the eyes of the Mandalorians. The only possible thing a people of warriors could see in such an event.
"The Empire, as I have seen, only cares about control, only about expanding and tightening its grip on the Galaxy to allow the elevated psudo-lords to fight over prestige and territory with each other."
You then walked forward, across the mine, in front of every single Mandalorian you could, for a single simple reason.
You wanted to look into the eyes of those that still, perhaps foolishly, had lingering loyalties to the Empire. To the Emperor… to their clans that they could not choose to fight against.
Or maybe it was their honor. But it mattered little. They were all in your hand now.
"Today, the future lies uncertain, but, perhaps, by working together, the Remnants of the two great and storied Cultures can make a stand, and forge a new future for the whole galaxy. The Emperor thanks he has already won. The Outer Rim Coalition has been broken by his machinations, the Mandalorians further weakened, the Jedi dead or in hiding, and the Republic as we speak being quietly purged by the remnants of the Republic. He thinks he is free to shape the galaxy the way he see's fit. Let us show him how wrong he is! Let us show him that Ideas never truly Die! The Republic shall not go quietly into the night! I will fight to preserve it till my last breath! That, I promise you. Will you, the Mandalorians join me in the war against the empire?"
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The Mandalorians Response:D100 + 49 + 50 + 75 => 262
All you heard was cheers for revenge. Cheers to war.
Cheers for Redemption, so that they may never be slaves, to any regime that they do not choose, ever again.
Reward: New Actions Available.
The Mandalorians, are, at your command, ready to rebel against the Empire. And are building their forces and stockpiles for a war against the Whole Galaxy if they have to.
The Mandalorians wish to find the last pieces of the Armor of Mandalore, to crown a new Mandalore, and to lead their people in this war.
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You wish to speak to your officers and bring them to your side.
Who do you speak to
(Choose 3)
[]Captian Gilad Paelleon
[]Captian Thrawn
[]Commodore Pell Baylo
[]"Prince" Captain Ricardo Dubreas
[]Govenor Bofor Wulfenbauch
[]Govenor Sydbri Guidon
[]Captian Brejer Tylor
[]Commander Beat
[]Major General Jerrek Skysailor
[]General Ciaphas Hurbett
AN: Enjoy, and please vote in plan format.
You took a deep breath and felt a ting of shame. You were in a strange way, manipulating these people.
Using their honor and codes for something that would be beneficial for this cause you were building, this reason you were now, just now, beginning to make right. That was all this is.
Yet you did feel guilty because as much as the Mandalorian people did evil towards the Galaxy, they were not slaves. They should never be considered as such. Yet their violence, destruction, and skills in battle did make them perfect.
You could only hope that, in the end, it would lead to something far better. Perhaps, for once in their history, they would stop fighting and ask themselves a simple question.
Why were they fighting?
If such a question could be answered. The Galaxy would turn, not for the Republic… but for the Mandalorians themselves.
"The Mandalorians as a people have been falling since that fateful loss at Malachor V." You were speaking quietly, but the silence among the Mandalorians was deafening, they were now at full attention, listening to this outsider speak to them.
Berate them… The more arrogant ones would say.
Teach them. The wise would tell.
But they were all enraptured by you. By your words.
What you had to say, may indeed, be what would define Mandalorians… in this brave new era. This world where they were nothing. Were lost. And without guidance. Without a Mandalore.
"As you all are probably familiar with, it was more than an end of that particular crusade, but an end of an era. A battle that left the holy planet broken, and with it the people of Mandalore. While Mandalore the Preserver was able to put the pieces back together, even he couldn't ever truly fix the total devastation Raven Wrought. The force that terrified the galaxy splintered, losing unity and many parts that helped them reach the heights they were known for. Much knowledge was lost from the near extermination caused by the war, and the sources of beskar dried up or were lost, with the forgers keeping the forces that rivaled the republic reduced to a few revered Armor smiths that keep their knowledge alive. And not only were culturally important technology such as the Basilisks lost but even the scientist and engineering traditions that birthed them were lost in the fires of war and sands of time. You all are veterans of hardship, hardened by more battles than most of the galaxy, yet bearing the scars from the civil war over your own fate."
You were now stopping, looking at them. Many had, in shock removed their helmets, looking at you with their sullen, weary faces.
Many were old, their children not here, as they had sought to protect them. To keep them away from rivals, preventing them from being hurt.
How you wished you had that same, simple naivety. To be able to trust others, when the Galaxy around you refused to allow such a simple, hopeful gesture.
"The Republic is dying, with the new masters of the galaxy seeking to replace it with their egopolis. Tearing down venerable institutions under the veneer of clearing corruption, while at the same time taking corruption to new heights. The Moffs, an ancient title used to facilitate the peaceful incorporation of warlords back when the Republic was young, has now been used to give the Emperor's cronies their own personal fiefdoms."
At that mention, all thoughts went to one man. The one man who, in such a short period of time, became hated by all Mandalorians. Gideon.
"The laws of the land are selectively enforced, with some officers choosing to ignore certain inconvenient laws, such as the Ryloth incident where Commander Talia was almost arrested after having cut through the local slavery rings, thanks to them being 'upstanding citizens' and friends of the Local garrison commander. Said commander still holds his post in spite of the evidence found confirming said commander's involvement." You found yourself feeling pained by those words.
Yet you continued onward, for the simple reason that no one else would bring it up. They would simply hide.
Simply forget, and ignore the chaos, in exchange for order.
You refused to believe such a thing.
"COMPNOR serves as a dedicated social control apparatus to divide and silence dissenters, with the ISB handling those whom formed groups while also dealing with military disloyalty, as the Military Intelligence, by their very nature can't be trusted to put the egopolis before the functional nation. The empire seeks to replace the vibrant cultures such as Corellia, Naboo, and even Mandalore, with a more Imperial culture that would accept being stripped of freedom."
At those words, there were jeers and boos from the Mandalorians, they were now fired up in a way that you could never do simply by appealing to them. They had to be shown that they were under threat. And it required them to have an enemy they could fight.
"The cultures of the various forces that formed the Republic army is being subsumed, with effort being put to marginalize those whom don't think like 'proper Imperials'. With the venerated Clone Army being tossed away like used goods for the crime of not being Imperial. Being tossed aside because in spite of the cloner's efforts, including this."
You had hoped to never see the truth behind order 66. You had wanted, no, prayed to all the Galaxy and the Force that it was not true, for the simple fact that it would have broken you.
The Biochip from one of the many clones soldiers now serving under your command. A reminder that they were not men… but slaves. "This was an 'insurance' developed in an attempt to make sure that the Clones would follow orders, involving code to ensure contingencies are followed. Such as Order 4 which is supposed to preserve cohesion, Order 65 and 66 should the Chancellor or the Jedi have gone rogue, to the clearly worrying ones such as order 37, Capture of a single wanted individual through the mass arrest and threatened execution of a civilian population. Follow-up directives included scenarios for body disposal of civilian casualties and suppression of communications. Something which has left the execution of order 66 a traumatic moment for many Clone Troopers, with its targets likely being dictated not by the soldiers, but by a list in the chip. It seems that further studies noted how it was theoretically possible to fully fight it off, especially after having experienced its use, something the Empire is likely aware of, hence their policy of decommissioning them as soon as possible before the clones end up starting an 'incident' against the Empire."
You now saw the horror in the eyes of the Mandalorians. The only possible thing a people of warriors could see in such an event.
"The Empire, as I have seen, only cares about control, only about expanding and tightening its grip on the Galaxy to allow the elevated psudo-lords to fight over prestige and territory with each other."
You then walked forward, across the mine, in front of every single Mandalorian you could, for a single simple reason.
You wanted to look into the eyes of those that still, perhaps foolishly, had lingering loyalties to the Empire. To the Emperor… to their clans that they could not choose to fight against.
Or maybe it was their honor. But it mattered little. They were all in your hand now.
"Today, the future lies uncertain, but, perhaps, by working together, the Remnants of the two great and storied Cultures can make a stand, and forge a new future for the whole galaxy. The Emperor thanks he has already won. The Outer Rim Coalition has been broken by his machinations, the Mandalorians further weakened, the Jedi dead or in hiding, and the Republic as we speak being quietly purged by the remnants of the Republic. He thinks he is free to shape the galaxy the way he see's fit. Let us show him how wrong he is! Let us show him that Ideas never truly Die! The Republic shall not go quietly into the night! I will fight to preserve it till my last breath! That, I promise you. Will you, the Mandalorians join me in the war against the empire?"
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The Mandalorians Response:D100 + 49 + 50 + 75 => 262
All you heard was cheers for revenge. Cheers to war.
Cheers for Redemption, so that they may never be slaves, to any regime that they do not choose, ever again.
Reward: New Actions Available.
The Mandalorians, are, at your command, ready to rebel against the Empire. And are building their forces and stockpiles for a war against the Whole Galaxy if they have to.
The Mandalorians wish to find the last pieces of the Armor of Mandalore, to crown a new Mandalore, and to lead their people in this war.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You wish to speak to your officers and bring them to your side.
Who do you speak to
(Choose 3)
[]Captian Gilad Paelleon
[]Captian Thrawn
[]Commodore Pell Baylo
[]"Prince" Captain Ricardo Dubreas
[]Govenor Bofor Wulfenbauch
[]Govenor Sydbri Guidon
[]Captian Brejer Tylor
[]Commander Beat
[]Major General Jerrek Skysailor
[]General Ciaphas Hurbett
AN: Enjoy, and please vote in plan format.
