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Pzob of the Herios Sector... the corner of the Outer Rim Territories... a backwater piss-hole of the galaxy was a fair comparison to where the Mandalorians now found themselves. Months had passed since their occupation of Alliance space, but only war and repetitive eviction seemed to be in their future. At the very peek of the Mandalorian Civil War, Clan Vencu and it's leader shot to the top alongside Clan Ordo, reinforcing their people with the morale and justification to dominate the galaxy. If not for the Sith Imperium or the Chiss Ascendancy, it wouldn't have been possible to reach even that point. Now in the midst of war, retreating in defeat from Teth and the other GA provinces along the sector-bridge. The entire eastern-referred side of the galaxy swarmed with activity, hiding along the ridges of neutral Hutt Space. The brief passage of systems riding just behind the slugs' sector was all that lied between the Mandalorians and their allies.
Had Teth been a victory, Kel Vizsla, a Verd beneath the tree of Clan Ordo, would have found himself fighting alongside his previous brethren again, once more connected to the Imperium's forces. The fields of military troops swarming under the Sith Order was the closest thing the Nautolan warrior had to a home. It was shortly after the beginning of this entire war when the soldier was pulled straight from combat to begin initiation for Sith-hood. A fresh acolyte from the picking, sorted by a Sith Master to delegate prominent and prestigious warriors as Force sensitives. As a Nautolan, Kel had adapted to his career in the Stormtrooper Corps, volunteered from his home to pay his moral payment to his nation. It was a debt of servitude owed to the empire of his people. An empire of the Sith, but a powerful collection of provinces working as an oiled mechanism. The Dark Lord was a commander of civilizations, if not only his military and own sinister Order.
Kel sighed as he recalled his memories on the front lines. So many things had changed for him since the battle of Saleucami. Sometimes in his dreams, he saw the flash of his commanding officer's lightsaber, ripping through stabilized turrets and speederbikes as he led their forces to victory. It was Ichabod Jayce, shortly before his promotion to the Dark Council as a Sith Lord. He was also Kel's established master, choosing him from the ranks of soldiers to being reassignment on Korriban. Kel wasn't expecting it to be clarified in the military as a special ops program, but orders were orders. At least it was official, but it was then that he knew his life to his nation was over. For the Sith, it would be servitude. As he now knew all too well from his current master, Lord Hazac.
Before the Dark Council was dissolved, he was known as Darth Vendis, High Arcanist of the Sith Order. Shortly after Kel's separation from his master, he undertook his duties under the Chiss Ascendancy, sending Kel away to work amongst the Mandalorians. To live and serve under the tenants of the Clans. No longer Kel Magna, but as a Mandalorian, Verd of Clan Vizsla. It was this mission that sent Kel to the shit-hole of a sanctuary. Surrounded on all sides by a hostile presence, shuffled around from system to system with the bare allowances of territory provided. Mandalorians, much like any practical soldier, can make do with what they've got. Survival is a trait and a skill, but for Mandalorians, is a way of life. It was this belief that strengthened Kel's resolve, undertaking his mission to its core - press on as any Mandalorian against a common enemy in the galaxy. It was imperative that the Sith Order work alongside the Mandos and Chiss, as a solidified force to bare arms alongside each other. Apparently that was Hazac's goal amongst his own people.
Whether that was the Sith Lord's intention, or merely to plant an infiltrated asset among their ranks, Kel could do little more than carry on as normal until he received word from his master. The Sith had told him he would find a way to make contact and leave word of his mission. The Nautolan had grown tired of consistently anticipating his next movements, and progress of the Mandalorian people became his priority. Kel's only concern was the safety and residential establishment for those he'd learned to become. There was little he could to directly impact the evacuation or relocation of planetary populations, but more could be gained from simple recon missions or exploratory runs. At the very least, Kel could track his starchart navigational records in his stealth Prowler, mapping the areas of space to lightly bypass the primary hyperspace routes. As long as Kel could keep his short-range jumps within the parameters of the interplanetary highway leading from Gamorr to Teth, the plotted route would be near parallel. Whether the Alliance had established forces in those areas was undoubted, but the surrounding areas could still be unpatrolled, even unexplored. The risks were high, but Kel's time as a marine pilot led him to dodge all kinds of debris and super heated shrapnel during boarding parties.
Regardless of the undercover agent's skill or aptitude behind a starship's controls, the astronomical jump points would need to be calculated and scrutinized to follow along the trajectory of the main route. At the very best case, his fighter's hyperdrive might allow six or seven jumps before hitting the point of no return. Even with that many individual plotted courses strung together, the distances wouldn't be far apart on a galactic scale. There were millions of light-years between parts of the main hyperspace route, and hence why there were so little additional paths. It was an isolated part of the galaxy, but even entrepreneur space travelers worked on the low-price navigational records. Once upon a time, that's how Korriban was rediscovered.
Analyzing the dissected sectors of the area, Gamorr stood out as the primary checkpoint to structuring a map. While Gamorr was far off with several territories between, it was a better goal to set further along the Rothana Route, first established to connect through the Abrion and Quiberon sectors. This was the very edge of current Mandalorian Space, while leading into what is already mostly navigated. The end point lies just above Pzob passing through Lyron just along the hyperspace route. The area of the sector between the path and Rothana was nearly vacant, just beginning to spread thin between sub-light traffic activity. Filling in that portion of the bypass highway would only collect that much more informational data, compiled into the databanks of the Mandalorian archives. From there, branching north past the R-Duba System. Even further along the Triellus Trade Route led to Teth, much farther down from the plotted courses skimming along R-Duba and Tammuz-an through the Tammuz Sector. Just alongside Gamorr, Shola would serve as more of a regrouping phase to consider what information could be gathered during reconnaissance.
Before Kel could continue to analyze one of the center sectors on his map, he paused and waited, stiff as he focused intently. There was a light brush against his face, almost like a wisp of hair passing between the tendrils protruding from the back of his head. A shiver shot down his green back, sending his muscles into a light spasm of clenches. The verd steadiest himself, reaching up to adjust the helmet he wore at almost all times. There was no breeze or wind in his quarters, sealed behind the door that secured the chamber. There was only the Force around him, flourishing and surging at its continued detainment. There was power in the Dark Side that called to be let out, while his restraint to maintain the power's captivity could not relinquish even the slightest. It was a battle of willpower, as one would adhere an addiction - a crutch. Kel would continue his training in the Force, but only in techniques of its containment. There was a need for his subtlety, and therefore a need to repress his capabilities with the Force. As a Mandalorian, he could not, and as an agent, would not use the Force.
Old habits tend to die hard, though. There were times when even the Force could not be held at bay, and even a slightest touch, like that of a breeze against his face, would remind him of his senses. It was then that Kel anticipated he would do something to, or with, someone new and important.
Had Teth been a victory, Kel Vizsla, a Verd beneath the tree of Clan Ordo, would have found himself fighting alongside his previous brethren again, once more connected to the Imperium's forces. The fields of military troops swarming under the Sith Order was the closest thing the Nautolan warrior had to a home. It was shortly after the beginning of this entire war when the soldier was pulled straight from combat to begin initiation for Sith-hood. A fresh acolyte from the picking, sorted by a Sith Master to delegate prominent and prestigious warriors as Force sensitives. As a Nautolan, Kel had adapted to his career in the Stormtrooper Corps, volunteered from his home to pay his moral payment to his nation. It was a debt of servitude owed to the empire of his people. An empire of the Sith, but a powerful collection of provinces working as an oiled mechanism. The Dark Lord was a commander of civilizations, if not only his military and own sinister Order.
Kel sighed as he recalled his memories on the front lines. So many things had changed for him since the battle of Saleucami. Sometimes in his dreams, he saw the flash of his commanding officer's lightsaber, ripping through stabilized turrets and speederbikes as he led their forces to victory. It was Ichabod Jayce, shortly before his promotion to the Dark Council as a Sith Lord. He was also Kel's established master, choosing him from the ranks of soldiers to being reassignment on Korriban. Kel wasn't expecting it to be clarified in the military as a special ops program, but orders were orders. At least it was official, but it was then that he knew his life to his nation was over. For the Sith, it would be servitude. As he now knew all too well from his current master, Lord Hazac.
Before the Dark Council was dissolved, he was known as Darth Vendis, High Arcanist of the Sith Order. Shortly after Kel's separation from his master, he undertook his duties under the Chiss Ascendancy, sending Kel away to work amongst the Mandalorians. To live and serve under the tenants of the Clans. No longer Kel Magna, but as a Mandalorian, Verd of Clan Vizsla. It was this mission that sent Kel to the shit-hole of a sanctuary. Surrounded on all sides by a hostile presence, shuffled around from system to system with the bare allowances of territory provided. Mandalorians, much like any practical soldier, can make do with what they've got. Survival is a trait and a skill, but for Mandalorians, is a way of life. It was this belief that strengthened Kel's resolve, undertaking his mission to its core - press on as any Mandalorian against a common enemy in the galaxy. It was imperative that the Sith Order work alongside the Mandos and Chiss, as a solidified force to bare arms alongside each other. Apparently that was Hazac's goal amongst his own people.
Whether that was the Sith Lord's intention, or merely to plant an infiltrated asset among their ranks, Kel could do little more than carry on as normal until he received word from his master. The Sith had told him he would find a way to make contact and leave word of his mission. The Nautolan had grown tired of consistently anticipating his next movements, and progress of the Mandalorian people became his priority. Kel's only concern was the safety and residential establishment for those he'd learned to become. There was little he could to directly impact the evacuation or relocation of planetary populations, but more could be gained from simple recon missions or exploratory runs. At the very least, Kel could track his starchart navigational records in his stealth Prowler, mapping the areas of space to lightly bypass the primary hyperspace routes. As long as Kel could keep his short-range jumps within the parameters of the interplanetary highway leading from Gamorr to Teth, the plotted route would be near parallel. Whether the Alliance had established forces in those areas was undoubted, but the surrounding areas could still be unpatrolled, even unexplored. The risks were high, but Kel's time as a marine pilot led him to dodge all kinds of debris and super heated shrapnel during boarding parties.
Regardless of the undercover agent's skill or aptitude behind a starship's controls, the astronomical jump points would need to be calculated and scrutinized to follow along the trajectory of the main route. At the very best case, his fighter's hyperdrive might allow six or seven jumps before hitting the point of no return. Even with that many individual plotted courses strung together, the distances wouldn't be far apart on a galactic scale. There were millions of light-years between parts of the main hyperspace route, and hence why there were so little additional paths. It was an isolated part of the galaxy, but even entrepreneur space travelers worked on the low-price navigational records. Once upon a time, that's how Korriban was rediscovered.
Analyzing the dissected sectors of the area, Gamorr stood out as the primary checkpoint to structuring a map. While Gamorr was far off with several territories between, it was a better goal to set further along the Rothana Route, first established to connect through the Abrion and Quiberon sectors. This was the very edge of current Mandalorian Space, while leading into what is already mostly navigated. The end point lies just above Pzob passing through Lyron just along the hyperspace route. The area of the sector between the path and Rothana was nearly vacant, just beginning to spread thin between sub-light traffic activity. Filling in that portion of the bypass highway would only collect that much more informational data, compiled into the databanks of the Mandalorian archives. From there, branching north past the R-Duba System. Even further along the Triellus Trade Route led to Teth, much farther down from the plotted courses skimming along R-Duba and Tammuz-an through the Tammuz Sector. Just alongside Gamorr, Shola would serve as more of a regrouping phase to consider what information could be gathered during reconnaissance.
Before Kel could continue to analyze one of the center sectors on his map, he paused and waited, stiff as he focused intently. There was a light brush against his face, almost like a wisp of hair passing between the tendrils protruding from the back of his head. A shiver shot down his green back, sending his muscles into a light spasm of clenches. The verd steadiest himself, reaching up to adjust the helmet he wore at almost all times. There was no breeze or wind in his quarters, sealed behind the door that secured the chamber. There was only the Force around him, flourishing and surging at its continued detainment. There was power in the Dark Side that called to be let out, while his restraint to maintain the power's captivity could not relinquish even the slightest. It was a battle of willpower, as one would adhere an addiction - a crutch. Kel would continue his training in the Force, but only in techniques of its containment. There was a need for his subtlety, and therefore a need to repress his capabilities with the Force. As a Mandalorian, he could not, and as an agent, would not use the Force.
Old habits tend to die hard, though. There were times when even the Force could not be held at bay, and even a slightest touch, like that of a breeze against his face, would remind him of his senses. It was then that Kel anticipated he would do something to, or with, someone new and important.