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[Proleptic]

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The ensigns of Death Watch sped through the capital city of Roon, the small team on a heading to the Renelo-Venku Memorial Annex. This would be their destination of interest for the day's events; it would be a strike towards taking control of the world that has harbored the mercenary band for so long now.

It began with the Chosen, and had continued under Death Watch. Their operations had been undergone beneath the veil of the planet, and their sanctuary had been in the planet's relative anonymity, but that time had passed. It was the privilege of the Jedi and the Sith to control their homes. This was a privilege that the Death Watch would now take by force.

(OOC: @Loco, @Vosh Deo, @Lord_Liam)

 

[Kal Hra'ne]

Kal had already been on Roon the day before he got the signal to take action. As he looked out the window of his hotel room that was about a 15 minute drive from the city, the sky was bright with no cloud in sight and the sun beating down. Kal got up and dressed himself for his mission. He got into his full set of armor, grabbed his blasters from the dresser beside him and strapped a set of 2 thermal detonators to his belt. As he left the room he passed the reception desk of the hotel and tossed some credits onto the counter. He made his way onto a speeder he had rented upon arrival to Roon. He took of from the hotel and made his way towards the the city, and the Annex.

 

[Loco]

Mikha'el adjusted the settings of his gleaming helmets comm system to include the initiate- a rather large fellow, he understood- on the current squad channel along with his own retinue of... uhhh, moving van workers- as they hurtled along in the cab of the hover-truck towards the Memorial Annex. In lieu of his typical rig of explosives and swords and various types and sizes of blasters, the priest wore a simple satchel full of much less a much less malicious tool set than normal. It contained all he needed for today rather simple and straight forward operation. In fact, it would probably be a nice, relaxing step back from the violence and murder of a typical day in the Death Watch... for himself, at least.

Mik pulled a tablet from his satchel and punched in a few commands, pulling up some images of the complex and, more importantly, the incredible work of modern sculpture sitting outside of it. With a few more commands, Mik fired off a set of straightforward but detailed instructions to his newest recruit... Well, the newest recruit who wasn't the only child of the new Mand'alore- the priest hadn't quiet figured out how to deal with that mess. One problem at a time.

"Kal, is it? Did I get that right? I'm sending over your instructions now. Terribly sorry we couldn't get a proper introduction this morning, but if all goes well perhaps we could grab some lunch after all this, yes? Do you know the history behind the Renelo-Venku Memorial we're visiting today?"

 

[Kal Hra'ne]

Kal approached the side of the Annex as he stopped his speeder. He recieved an alert on his helmet's heads up display signaling a message from the new boss...well...not the boss, boss, but his boss for todays endevour at least. Kal opened the instructions from Mik onto his HUD and proceeded to read through them. He then lifted his gauntlet and opened of his comms channel to listen to the message. After listening to the message he chuckled. He turned on his comm link.

"Yeah, That's me. I appreciate the sympathy but some sort of meeting ahead of time would have proven more vigorous. And lunch sounds nice. There's a pretty good Jawa Juice place right up the street. But enough with the chatter, tell me about this memorial."

He shot a grappling hook from his wrist towards the top of the building. After it latched, he began to make his ascension towards the large and square ventilation shaft that was about three fourths of the way to the top of the Memorial. There were two sentries attop the building so Kal made every movement as quiet as he could possibly make it. He approached the vent and slowly but surely began to rip off the vent cover so he could make his way inside the memorial.

 

[Loco]

Excellent. It wasn't every day you found a young recruit with such an eagerness to hear about history- even history as important to the Death Watch as this. Mikha'el could see the Annex approaching through the windscreen of the lumbering hovertruck, and the priest pointed out directions to his driver as they came closer. There was thankfully little traffic on the lane, and according to his wrist chrono they would make their objective perfectly on time.

"Legend has it, many thousands of years ago- well back before the first crusades- there was a great warrior who walked among us. His name was Corden, of clan Vencu. Few now survive today of that once great clan Kal, and 'tis a damned shame."

The truck ground to a halt in the serene cobblestone square in front of the Annex, stopping in front of a large scenic fountain, in the center of which was the memorial sculpture designed and hand carved by the famous Mandalorian artist Clayton Bralor as a gift to the Roonian Ministry of Defense. It was supposed to represent the shared history of the two worlds and peoples, and the long way they had come together from the days of pillaging and conquest. Two towering figures dominated the scene, clad in ancient representations of Mandalorian armor. Mik knew the helmed faces well. He slowly dismounted the vehicle and the other warriors did the same, then began casually setting up a work signs as if they were a typical maintenance crew. Stay cool. Fly casual.

"It was Vencu who would eventually give rise to the first great crusades- according to the legend, mind you- and the Mandalorians first alignment with the mighty Sith Imperium of the time. But that all came later. When we first meet the Vencu of legend, he is standing on the steps of Fortress Manda'yaim in the heart of Keldabe, challenging the sitting Lord of the time, Mand'alore Phil, to single combat- the first such challenge in centuries."

Mik walked slowly to stand in front of the fountain, looking up at the statue as his men worked. The figure in the center was Vencu, standing tall and proud, magnificent cloak flowing around him, a brace of lightsabers dangling from his belt- looking every bit like the Great leader he once was.

 

[Kal Hra'ne]

As Mik's story went on, Kal had made is way through the ventilation system. He checked the map on his wrist to head him in the right direction of the main archive computer. To his disconsent he realized the easiest way into the computer room of the building was...through the bathroom. He approached an exit of the vent that headed over...a stall, and a Roonian guard occupying it? Kal cringed but then continued to grab a pistol from his right holster. He stuck a portion of the barrel out of the vent.

Sorry...well not really.

A blaster bolt was sent through the Roonians chest and the guard sat there lifeless and hunched over on the toilet seat. To get out of the stall had to walk all over the freshly dead body. Kal thought this to be unpleasant. He pushed open the stall door and spoke into his comm link as he left the bathroom and made his way down a corridor towards the main computer.

"Sorry, I was uhh, interrupted. Go on Mik."

 

[Loco]

"Mand'alore Phil was a proud man, but also a fearful one. He scoffed at fighting the lowly Corden Vencu, claiming that he had no right to make such a challenge. This, of course, caused a great divide in our people. Many who had fought beside Vencu on the battlefield flocked to his side, defending his right to challenge. Phil, of course, had his own followers, set in their own ways. A great darkness fell upon us. Brother fought brother, sister fought sister. The civil war was long and bloody, each side degrading the other as Separatists and Loyalists. But, in the end, the Chosen emerged victorious. Vencu stood tall among the wreckage of our once great race, and was proclaimed Mand'alore the Preserver."

Mikha'el stepped casually up to the edge of the fountain and plopped into the water with a splash, making his way to the base of the carving. He ran his hand over the smooth stone base, working his way through the standing water around the statues circumference. Entwined in the great flowing cloak of Mand'alore Vencu, there was another scene, made up of a pair of smaller figures locked in mortal combat for time eternal. The first was a Wookie, all dark stone and menace, his claws extended from one great paw and a lightsaber in the other, his features twisted in a terrible roar. The second was another Mandalorian, his armor intricate but battle scarred, his hands raining fiery death upon his opponent- yet, for all his stony efforts, it was somehow clear that he would not rise as the victor here.

"At Vencu's side were his liuetenants, great and powerful warriors all. The stoic and reserved Echoy'lir Bralor, Coro Kevara the Inventor, and the strongest of them all, Commander of the Protectors, Sisk Renelo."

 

[Kal Hra'ne]

"Hmmm, I guess it's a shame I'm gonna blow this place to bits."

Kal quietly stepped towards the mechanical door that led into the computer room. He pressed the button on the wall to the side that opened up the door. Once The door opened loudly and four faces of Roonian security guards inside the room turned to face Kal.

"Poodoo!"

Before the guards could react, Kal drew both of his pistols and managed to get two shots into the chest of one of the guards. Just as the guard's body hit the floore the other guards began to fire back. It's go time. Kal avoided the blaster fire and ran towards a desk housing one of the archive computers. He quickly plugged in his portable storage device and began his download of the archive data while taking cover behind the desk. He came out from cover and fired two shots into two more of the guards. The fourth guard at came around his right flank, running at Kal and tackling him. Kals pistols flew from his hands as e hit the ground and the guard was now on top of him. The Roonian threw a couple punches at Kal, hitting him in the face and knocking his helmet off. Kal responded with a quick jab to the guard's face knocking the guy off of him. Kal reached for one of his blasters, grabbed it and fired a shot into the man's head as he was recooperating. The data had been completely downloaded while all this had happened. Kal grabbed his device, put it back in his utility belt and took off towards the basement. It was time to bring this place down.

"Part one of the objective hs been completed, on my way to the lower levels of the building now. But I'm finding this whole history lesson quite intriguing. Please tell me what happened to these 'Chosen'"

 

[Loco]

Mikha'el pointed out several precise points on the statue to his work crew, then continued his walk around its base, wading through the water.

"With the Mandalorian people rallied around his banner and the Mighty Sith Imperium at his back, Mand'alore Vencu launched one of the greatest crusades the Galaxy has ever seen, tearing his way through the Core until he laid siege to Coruscant itself. He shattered Onderon, Brentaal, even the mighty Kuat. Whole armies and fleets fled at the mere sight of Mandalorian ships, abandoning those they were meant to protect. Nothing could stand against us... And then, at the height of our glory, the hero fell. Lord Vencu led the assault on the great Jedi Temple, cutting a swath through their ranks until he faced the last of the old Jedi council... and was at long last struck down."

Mik watched intently as the soldiers carried out his commands with care and precision. Another team behind him was preparing the oversized grav truck to receive its load. Mik check his wrist chrono- they were running ahead of schedule. He allowed himself a small smile. It was nice to have things go off without a hitch for a change. So often these little operations were the source of his biggest headaches.

"And so our great crusade fell upon itself, Warlords rising up from among the ranks, tearing eachother apart over scraps, trying to usurp their dead legend... And we fell into the darkest times of our long and glorious history..."

@Lord_Liam

 

[Kal Hra'ne]

Alarms had started screaming and flashing. Kal picked up a steady pace as not to run out of breathe. He ran down stairs and rammed through a door on ther lowest level of the building. 2 more guards were stationed in the large basement room about 20 feet from him as he entered the door. Kal effortlessly drew both his pistols and nailed them both in the head with blaster bolts. He put away his pistols and headhed towards a large support collumn and placed one of his two charges and armed it to a trigger on his gauntlet. He ran to another large support beam and placed a charge on it as well. Kal began running back up the stairs but stopped at the lobby floor instead. He quickly pushed the door open and caught the attention of the dozens of civiilians and guards pacing around the room. He ran for his life although he wasnt the fastest, these guards must not have been trained for men like him because they were lousy shots. Kal ran through he front door of the building. He saw Mik and his men along with the van they came with. Tons of guards rushed through the door and started firing upon him, still unaware of what Mik was doing.

"We may wanna hurry up a bit, Mik"

He spoke without looking directly at the odd priest as to not give him away. But the van was his escape vehicle too. As he lept into the back of the van, the guards were bound to catch on. Kal began to fire bag at the half dozen or so guards that were firing from inside the annex door. He picked two of them off and kept firing at the others.

 

[Loco]

As the commotion made its way through the nearby Annex, Mik put his hands in his pockets and watched on as his men continued their work around the statue. The twang of blaster fire and thump of small explosions could be heard in muffled echoes emanating from the building.

"The Sith turned on us, sweeping us aside like gnats, driving us from our very homes. Leaders rose and fell in rapid succession, none able to unite us against a common enemy. Finally, with smoke and ruin all around, it was Sisk, with his iron fist, that was the last to unite the old clans, bringing them all under the Renelo Banner- symbol of the Protectors. And for a brief moment we rose up from the oppression and the internecine wars... and then hubris struck again. Sisk, in his arrogance, thought himself unstoppable, and was laid low by a furry beast of a Sith... and with him, our people died, never to rise again as we once were. Sisk Renelo represents our fall from grace. Until now..."

Kal burst through the front doors of the annex, crimson energy bolts trailing in his wake as security dogged his heels. The young warrior made a dead sprint for the cab of the hover truck. As the security drew closer Mik, his hands still in his pockets, glanced over his shoulder- one of the workers gave him a thumbs up. With a short whistle from their leader each member of the "work crew" produced blaster carbines from their coveralls. The Death Watch warriors gunned down the guards in seconds, flurries of blaster fire scarring the cobblestones and filling the air with the scent of burnt flesh. Satisfied that they would face no further opposition, Mik turned and made his way back to the cab of the truck. As he passed the statue a controlled detonation took place, neatly severing the base of the statue from its fountain. The statue in its entirety slid neatly onto the bed of the grav truck, which groaned under the weight. One of the warriors quickly covered the thing with a large tarp, and the crew dispersed back into their vehicles.

Taking a seat across from Kal in the bed of the truck, Mik withdrew a small flask from his belt. It was filled with the finest tihaar from the plains of southern Mandalore, and Mikha'el took a long pull as the truck rumbled to life and pulled back onto the road with a jolt. Mik extended the flask to Kal.

"Welcome to the Death Watch, brother."

@Lord_Liam

 

[Kal Hra'ne]

"The pleasure is all mine."

Kal removed his hemlet and let his long brown hair flow freely. With an almost sinist smile he held up his wrist and activiated the detonator on his gauntlet. The buildins lower interior blew into a thick red fireball and without the support of the lower building, the rest of it quickly fell over itself and crumbled to the ground. The van zipped off down the road. Kal had finished his first job with the Death Watch. He was completely exhausted and relaxed in his seat while leaning his head against the wall.

"For Death Watch.