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Rhen Var.
The planet was a good example of what hell would look like if frozen over. It was nigh uninhabitable for most of the galaxies species and a brutal world for those who had chosen to set up shop here. Imperial soldiers were sent here to train in the specifics of winter warfare and long ago the Ubiqtorate agent Pontius had seen the value in setting up a small fortress here. Over a hundred and fifty of the galaxies finest soldiers staffed the rock structure built into a mountainside. Curiously enough they were quite clearly Mandalorian soldiers. Black armor bore a half-maroon, half-white mythosaur emblazoned on the front of their chestplate, SOCR-2 rifles slung across their backs and customized DL-44 blaster pistols sat on their hips.
They were the the Ironfists. The handpicked legion of Clan Ordo Aliit'alor Apollo. Capable of storming a world and laying utter waste to it regardless of the defensive effort. The bane of the Loyalists and Deathwatch. Millions strong, they are the finest shocktroopers in the galaxy. Such a fearsome reputation is not gained with weak leadership and the strongest among the Mandos is the one who leads. The man at the helm of the Ironfists has garnered galactic fame for his abilities in warfare. Far and wide he is known as one of the most capable men in combat to live today.
War Leader Apollo Ordo.
He wore the same blackened armor as the men he commanded but his was made of pure Beskar as opposed to a more diluted alloy that included the rare material. The helm he wore was noticeably different from the status quo T-visor. Lengthy blades lay dormant in the forearm plates of his armor as did the railgun. His feet sunk into the snow, leaving a trail as he strode to the speeder that would take him to a massive forest some thirty kilometers from the base itself. Scaling the tree with ease, Apollo relayed a message to an old...friend. His SOCR-2 rifle lay across his lap where he sat on the massive branch seven meters in the air. A low whine from the trees around him brought a grin to his face before it fell silent.
Before long the young Echani would have some company.