The planet was a desolate ball of dust. Outside of the occasional village here and there was very little noteworthy in terms of metropolis on the planet. Nevertheless, it housed some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy even today. Warriors that were fractured, misguided and directionless. They were no longer conquerors, reduced to nothing more than petty bounty hunters that squabbled amongst themselves every now and then and sat on their hands the rest of the time.
It was another ordinary day on Mandalore when a fleet from the Imperial border jumped out of Hyperspace. The fleet consisted of ten Raider-III corvettes, three Pugio and three Fremen-class frigates, two Gladiator cruisers, and two Nesuto Combat Carriers. Aquilae starfighters and Impetus interceptors swarmed in formation through the fleet transported by the various craft. The keystone were the Star Destroyers. An Interdictor, and a pair of Onager armed with orbital bombardment particle cannons. Troop transport shuttles accompanied the formations.
One of the transport shuttles landed on the ground, Imperial soldiers filing out fully armored and with rifles drawn. Behind them was a figure that was rather well known across the galaxy, a tall, armored beast of a man. Heavy footsteps took him down the ramp of the shuttle, his helmet and the permanent crimson gaze panning out over the planet ahead of him. By now, word had gone out to the major clan leaders with directions on where to meet. Imperial ships loomed above every major settlement, a clear sign not to ignore the summons. It was also to prevent any trigger happy clans from open firing as was the case in the past.
Darth Raze stood waiting, though he didn’t draw any weapons. Those arriving would feel his presence well before they saw him. It was a bitter chill that crawled up their spine, ignoring any layers of armor. The Force pulsed powerfully from his being to where every Mandalorian would sense it.
The luxury the Mandalorians had of bickering and wasting time endlessly was now over.