Standing in the hangerbay of the Bes'bavar-Class combat carrier he had managed to request for the mission, Arthos stepped away from the holotable that had been set up for command. Alongside the Bes'bavar, two Neo-Crusader Class Corvettes had made the jump into the system and the hanger bays of all three capital ships were suddenly full of activity. The fighter craft of the corvettes would act as scouts across the system while the fighters of the carrier would be free to act as defence.
Or offence should the worst come to pass.
Moving over to where dozens of Mandalorians were waiting patiently for him, the Vizsla Rally Master stepped up to the front of the assembled crusaders before gesturing at the hanger bay doors.
"Ladies, Gentlemen and Mandos - out there is Utapau."
The crowd stilled slightly.
"Everyone knows that Utapau is a graveyard, that those infected with AMS ran off the few remaining locals and even now the droid donated to try and burn them off the world struggle to do anything of the sort."
He slammed a hand to his chest.
"But we are Mandalorians, not droids. We will be making a military-only outpost on Utapau, specifically built at the top of one of their sinkhole cities. To make this viable as a training place for recruits and, well, community service... we need to go down deep and sever all connections from this sinkhole city to the others. All their links are below ground due to the storms - storms that we know will tear infected apart before they can get anywhere. So we go down, and we block off these entrances with the blast doors the locals were unable to access."
Arthos looked around at his fellow Mandalorians before gesturing to the Kotir Gunships and Jai'gaalar starfighters. With his other hand he gestured to a wall of weaponry.
"Gather your weapons, gather your courage because today we descend into hell and tell all its demons that they're just going to have to wait... we'll kill them all when we're good and ready!"
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