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[OOC: This is intended as a thread solely for members of the SBZ, however, I've made it open so anyone can join within reason.]
The Lure of Serenno was what had ultimately convinced Menderling to join the Brotherhood. Not the promise of strength, power and wealth that had seduced some of his brethren but instead the freedom of a safe haven, a refueling and offloading port where one didn't have to bother with secrecy and Republic officials was what had changed his mind. Serenno, you see, was not just a Sith-occupied planet. It was a symbol that attracted men like Menderling, known by his pseudonum Turncoat Jon, who had too high Republic bounties on their head to ever show face in the Core. Basically that meant that anyone who was labelled as notorious, whether as mass murderer, pirate or thief, they all found a home on Serenno. In a way, it seemed as if someone had emptied the Republic prisons and put all the convincts on Serenno to live a life of debauchery and spice indulgence. Menderling fell in love with this place the moment he first set foot on it.
The pirate wasn't content with just getting drunk every day and especially after the recent attack on Serenno by the Border Alliance, where she bombed one of the estates into oblivion, he was getting anxious for Serenno's long-term freedom. The last thing he needed was the Republic making Serenno a waste land, or worse, part of the Republic. It was for this reason, the protection and longevity of Serenno, that he had called for a gathering of select group of his brothers and sisters. They were all members of the Sacred Band, elite warriors of great diversity that fought on both land and in space.
The rising sun put Turncoat Jon in a blaze of sunlight as he stood on the estate's terrace. It had once been the resident noble's pride, but after he was executed and a commander took residence it had turned into a field of trampled and sun-depried grass. A Bantha-class freighter stood about twenty feet behind Menderling and further back even stood a couple of Ziost Hunters, all belonging to brothers that were sleeping it off in the barracks inside. He had been standing there for a good hour and some more rank-and-file brothers had approached him out of curiosity. His reputation, more specifically, the high price the Republic put on his head, had spread like a wildfire after he passed the trials and many were eager to join him when the time came to once again prey on the trade routes of the Core. They were, however, only fodder. For the Band to grow, to increase power and not dwindle, lulled into a false sense of security because one of them is the current Supreme Leader, they needed to band together.
Hopefully his brothers that could make that happen would answer his call and arrive soon.
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