Leandros Solus
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It was the eve of invasion.
Within his ship, Leandros and those accompanying him prepared for battle. They were invading Onderon, finally beginning their campaign to take Republica worlds. There was some degree of irony in this mission; Onderon was the first planet he assaulted with his clan and where he began his long journey to Field Marshal. Now, it seemed like things came full circle and it was where he would return as an invader, ready to bring ruin to the Empire on a scale Onderon would wish it never experienced.
The Overhead freighter slipped past any kind of identifiers that were in place via an IFF spoofer, though Imperial defenses on the border planet were lackluster. He was in the hold while his retinue piloted and manned the many guns on the ship, seeing to his own surprise for the Onderonian people: his basilisk war droid. He was praying around the machine, offering libations and asking the gods for strength and protection in the coming conflict. He knew the machine was mostly impervious to anything shy of ship cannons, but he wanted to ensure that he and his comrades would be fine. He loaded up his equipment, making sure to stash the PIPE-VII and some rounds of ammunition on the mount. He had room for one other rider. Solone. Wonderful. The woman who shamed him.
His ship was close to entering orbit, since none of them had EVA armor, and he summoned his passenger to the hold where his basilisk sat, ready for the next part. Leandros climbed on top of his mount and patted the side of its impressive armor, muttering something in Mando’a. It responded with a long buzz and he patted the side again. When his passenger arrived, he helped them climb up and settle in, then barked a command to his mount. It shuddered forward just as they entered orbit high above Iziz.
”OYAAA!”
He shouted to the heavens and the droid leapt out of the ship and began plummeting towards the earth. Leandros held on tight, the intense speed causing the winds to buffet them with incredible force. They had no risk of falling out, but it was a hell of a drop. The awe-inspiring sensation of riding such a powerful mount into battle in the first-ever battle of the Third Crusade certainly was not absent in Leandros’ mind. Visions of glory and burning worlds filled his mind as he thanked Kad Ha’rangir for the life he lived.
The droid continued to free fall for what felt like minutes as they dropped. Beneath his helmet was an expression of pure grim determination, his mind focused solely on removing the Imperial influence on Onderon. This world would be theirs.
After some time, they approached the city near the Imperial quarter where most of the garrison was consolidated. The people below would be in a panic from simultaneous events and the sight of a war machine streaking towards their capital city. Screams could be heard, and Leandros saw a few Imperial soldiers scrambling to get their arms and prepare to repel the invaders. They would not stand a chance. Bolts sailed harmlessly by or struck against the impenetrable armor of the basilisk. Nothing would hit the riders. The mount responded by unleashing a flurry of its own bolts and rockets, sending the guards running away in terror at the overwhelming firepower.
The great droid slammed into the streets, sending out a resounding tremor not unlike that of an explosion and utterly destroying the paving. Ahead was the entrance to the Imperial district. Ahead was their target.
Ahead was where fire and ruin would run rampant to the shouts of crusade.
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