And Hell followed with Him

[Hardy Wren]

And I heard...as it were...the noise of thunder. One of the Four Beasts saying, "Come and See". And I saw.
And behold...a White Horse.

Death Watch.

A vigil kept to guard one that is to be executed during a three day period prior to said execution.

There was a day when the galaxy was under Mandalore's watchful gaze. Ronan sought to bring it back once, but there were few who enjoyed his ruthless sentiment. So many of his brothers and sisters had forgotten what the word 'Mandalorian' meant. So many turned their gaze to the God of Sloth and away from Kad, the Beloved. Pre Vizsla saw this and made Death Watch to purify the minds of these...'Mandalorians' that had lost their way. Ronan was a shepherd, like Pre Vizsla. He found lost sheep and brought them back home...or to the slaughterhouse. Whichever was deemed more appropriate at the time.

Vizsla. Wren. Kryze. Fett. Ordo- all were great children under the eyes of Kad. Not anymore. Everyone lost their way. There had been a time when Mandalorians ruled the galaxy with a beskar fist. Now, the damn Sith Empire was claiming more and more of Ronan's rightful territory. His half-brother, who called himself a Darth, helped ensure such atrocities. Oh, how he had relished the dreams he had of strangling his Sith brother to death with his bare hands. A fantasy that Ronan wanted to be reality.

But now, it seemed too far out of reach. Locked away in some supermax prison on Coruscant, Ronan Wessex- known to the galaxy as Hardy Wren -meditated on his feelings of rage, using his teachings from an ex-Sith, Raiden, to focus that rage into raw power. To others, he looked like he was biding time. Awaiting his Death Watch.

In reality...he was Death Watch, and this entire prison was soon to be executed by Ronan's hand. He was to rise and take what was rightfully his- the title of Mand'Alor. There were rumors of the Dark Saber hidden somewhere deep within a planet connected to Mandalorian past, but Ronan knew someone who could guide him to such a weapon.

All that was left to do...was wait...the door to his escape was found through patience...and patience would also give him the key...

And I heard a voice in the midst of the Four Beasts.
And I looked, and behold, a Pale Horse.
And his name that sat upon him was Death.

Bal Haran shekemir ti Kaysh.

 

[Hardy Wren]

The purpose for keeping him inside an isolated prison cell was due to the fact that Coruscant's prison guards were afraid that Hardy would insight a prison riot or prison break. Criminals loved the terrorist for his ideology of crushing the corrupt governments that held the galaxy in a tight noose. Hardy Wren was a necessary evil and nothing less. A true child of Kad who brought change through war and war through change.

Hardy, even now, could sense the brewing tensions outside of his cell. The whole prison knew who was inside their walls and they wanted their savior- or to kill him and become a messiah themselves. Either way, it was tension nonetheless, and a tension Hardy knew how to snap.

Opening his eyes, he stood up and stretched before staring at a security camera for a few moments. Then, he steadily walked over to one of the white walls that entrapped him, running a hand along it until he came to the next wall. He continued running his hand over the walls, using the Force to sense any sign of a doorway but found none. It didn't make sense to Hardy at first until he realized that this cell was very similar to the prison he was born into. The exit was up.

But where?

Hardy gazed at the white ceiling that matched the walls and floor. He was tall enough that he could touch the ceiling without having to jump, and a smile spread beneath his mask when he found the hatch to his escape. But all the cameras would see was a deranged man taking a stroll in his cage. Freedom was so close to Hardy's grasp, and he began devising a plan to allow him to escape, adding this prison to the list of cages that dared to hold him down.

So, he sat back down and began meditating once more.

Biding his time...

 

[Hardy Wren]

His mother was a Mandalorian who hated her family as much as they hated her. Down in one of Mandalore's most secure prisons, which was just a giant hole in the ground with an immensely difficult shaft to climb up to escape, was probably the safest place away from her dreaded family. Why had they hated her? Because she had slept with the wrong man. Well, she had thought that it was the right man, with her actual husband being some sort of nuisance that Hardy was fortunate enough to be hidden from.

Ronan was his name down in prison where he was born. The memory of the barred cell he wasn't ever to leave was as vivid as ever. It was a simple life, nonetheless, just him and his mother and a protector who made sure the two stayed safe and out of reach of the truly evil beings in that prison. The white walls that surrounded Hardy now caused his mind to linger on the fading face of his mother. She had died in a prison riot that had changed the boy's life forever.

It was there in Katalkara, the name of the dreaded prison, that Ronan learned despair. He learned to fear death. That all sane beings of the galaxy needed to fear death. Later, he learned that the fear and hate he felt could be used as a tool. As fuel. It was that fear that allowed him to escape the prison and crawl his way out to freedom. He left to find his father who left him and his mother for dead. The thought of being wrapped in the arms of someone who loved him drove the boy further, but he was naïve and stupid then. Ronan Wessex-Ordo was a bastard son of some Serrenian noble and a traitorous whore.

That was his legacy.

And it drove him mad. His mother was deceived by the sorcerer who placed her in a prison for her and her son to die. Meanwhile, his true family had been searching for him and followed his mother's trail into the Sith Empire where they met their end. Ronan wanted revenge. He wanted to make things equal. To crush everything and spread a plague of doom so gargantuan that nothing could even bare to look at it without flinching.

Then, when he thought he was doomed to die a bastard, Halfast Wren, a member of Death Watch had taken him in gave him the name that the entire galaxy would know him by. Hardy Wren became a stalwart member of the Watch- a true child of Mandalore.

But even Half had been taken from Hardy by the same Dar'manda of a man that gave Hardy life.

Everything he loved...everything he touched seemed to die and dwindle away.

Like this prison.

---

The meditation had done it's purpose.

The hatch to his freedom burst like a can of soda that was shaken too much for too long.

Alarms sounded.
People screamed.
Fire was brewing.

Hardy Wren...Ronan Wessex...

Was free.