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Dxun. Mid day.
From within the iron walls of the Ordo compound the jungle seemed like miles away, the thick walls blocking even its cacophony of sounds. To Delmon however the jungle was always close, even when offworld he could feel its call like a sirens song. It was where he was most comfortable, where he could let go of all the stresses of trying to keep his clan aloft and just simply be. By far more preferable to the Mandalorian than sitting within the cloistered walls of the compound day in and day out. Such a place was where Delmon found himself on such a beautiful day unfortunately. Stuck behind a table and a pile of problems that needed solutions. It was no secret that Ordo was floundering, the lack of resources coming in was slowly strangling the clan like a noose, and it seemed as if they would soon have to resort to desperate measures if they wished to continue growing and strengthening their forces.
It all came down to the numbers it seemed. The more members they gained, the more resources they would need to sustain them. Being in such a remote place didn't help either, skimming off the top of smugglers and stray trade ships was just enough to keep the clan going but not enough to sustain growth. To top it off, Delmon had been receiving reports from his forward scouting parties that unwanted individuals had been visiting their jungle home in increasing numbers.
From what they had told him at first glance it had appeared the Sith had finally come for Ordo, this of course was dismissed as Imperial presence among the Sith was practically zero. Delmon gave the order to do nothing, telling his scouts to stalk and learn what they could about the Sith from a distance. What they found in the coming weeks made an invasion seem almost preferable.
It had long been known that Dxun carried with it an intense dark side nexus. Though totally useless to Delmon and his clan, the Sith that had begun to visit the Demon moon in droves seemed to almost worship it as some sort of great power. Slowly this lead to more and more of the dark siders coming to Dxun in search of gaining the moons power. Soon their camps began to encroach on Ordo territory, and the wildlife that the clan would normally hunt was pushed to more difficult terrain or butchered by the dark Jedi in their frenzies. Delmon could not let such a thing go on, the safety of his people depended on it.
He would see to the task of removing the renegade Sith from his home personally, with the help of some of the more experienced members of his clan. It would be a covert mission, one of stealth and cunning. The Sith had them beat in numbers and armaments, engaging them on open ground would prove costly, something Delmon wanted to avoid considering the clan's already low numbers. Using one of the data pads that sat on the table before him, he called down two of his clans members.
One was Shev'dela Ordo, a woman who claimed to be of Tusken decent that he had recruited while on one of his trips to Tatooine. She was a master of misdirection and a valuable asset in the dense jungle to her small stature and quiet nature.
The other was Jon Viggo, once a prominent figure within clan Ordo prior to the second civil war, his skills in guerrilla warfare would prove useful should they run into anything that couldn't be handled with conventional combat.
Reclining slightly in his chair, he drummed his fingers atop his helmet as it sat in his lap, awaiting his fellow clan mates to arrive so that they could be debriefed.
From within the iron walls of the Ordo compound the jungle seemed like miles away, the thick walls blocking even its cacophony of sounds. To Delmon however the jungle was always close, even when offworld he could feel its call like a sirens song. It was where he was most comfortable, where he could let go of all the stresses of trying to keep his clan aloft and just simply be. By far more preferable to the Mandalorian than sitting within the cloistered walls of the compound day in and day out. Such a place was where Delmon found himself on such a beautiful day unfortunately. Stuck behind a table and a pile of problems that needed solutions. It was no secret that Ordo was floundering, the lack of resources coming in was slowly strangling the clan like a noose, and it seemed as if they would soon have to resort to desperate measures if they wished to continue growing and strengthening their forces.
It all came down to the numbers it seemed. The more members they gained, the more resources they would need to sustain them. Being in such a remote place didn't help either, skimming off the top of smugglers and stray trade ships was just enough to keep the clan going but not enough to sustain growth. To top it off, Delmon had been receiving reports from his forward scouting parties that unwanted individuals had been visiting their jungle home in increasing numbers.
From what they had told him at first glance it had appeared the Sith had finally come for Ordo, this of course was dismissed as Imperial presence among the Sith was practically zero. Delmon gave the order to do nothing, telling his scouts to stalk and learn what they could about the Sith from a distance. What they found in the coming weeks made an invasion seem almost preferable.
It had long been known that Dxun carried with it an intense dark side nexus. Though totally useless to Delmon and his clan, the Sith that had begun to visit the Demon moon in droves seemed to almost worship it as some sort of great power. Slowly this lead to more and more of the dark siders coming to Dxun in search of gaining the moons power. Soon their camps began to encroach on Ordo territory, and the wildlife that the clan would normally hunt was pushed to more difficult terrain or butchered by the dark Jedi in their frenzies. Delmon could not let such a thing go on, the safety of his people depended on it.
He would see to the task of removing the renegade Sith from his home personally, with the help of some of the more experienced members of his clan. It would be a covert mission, one of stealth and cunning. The Sith had them beat in numbers and armaments, engaging them on open ground would prove costly, something Delmon wanted to avoid considering the clan's already low numbers. Using one of the data pads that sat on the table before him, he called down two of his clans members.
One was Shev'dela Ordo, a woman who claimed to be of Tusken decent that he had recruited while on one of his trips to Tatooine. She was a master of misdirection and a valuable asset in the dense jungle to her small stature and quiet nature.
The other was Jon Viggo, once a prominent figure within clan Ordo prior to the second civil war, his skills in guerrilla warfare would prove useful should they run into anything that couldn't be handled with conventional combat.
Reclining slightly in his chair, he drummed his fingers atop his helmet as it sat in his lap, awaiting his fellow clan mates to arrive so that they could be debriefed.