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Incarceration on Thule would not be kind to Cremek and his followers.
Decades of isolation had been interrupted by Mandalorian invasion - foreigners who sought to threaten the life, security and religious practices of millions. Most had been promptly sent with their tail between their legs, taking shelter on the lifeless moons of Thule before fleeing the system entirely. But the traitor himself would find no such luck, and no mercy from the men and women who placed him in manacles.
The sons and daughters of House Varsuuth were tortured without mercy - subjected to alchemical experimentation, interrogations, beatings and every manner of heinous abuse. Many did not survive the process, but Cremek and those closest to him were kept alive deliberately. The Beskar they so proudly wore was stripped from their bodies, along with any weapons or functional ships still in their possession.
Weeks would pass before Tempest finally saw fit to pass judgment upon the traitor and his kin - discreetly transporting her prisoners from Thule to Mustafar. Sedated and restrained, dozens of Mandalorian warriors were brought into the throne room of Fortress Vader - brought to their knees before the Dark Lord of the Sith. All were left bloodied and bruised from the past weeks, barely clothed or shielded from the elements.
While most were blindfolded, Cremek would witness every agonizing moment soon to occur.
Tempest was seated upon her obsidian throne - adorned in the same armor that had become infamous across the Galaxy, dual lightsabers clipped to her belt. Her visor tilted down to regard the prisoners that had been brought before her, while Cremek’s own Mandalorian helmet was casually placed on the armrest beside her.
Galleries surrounding the Throne Room were left open - members of the Sith Order encouraged to attend the proceedings. Cremek’s fate would be their entertainment for the evening, and would serve as a reminder to anyone who might share his notions of betrayal.
They would be given only minutes to arrive before Tempest began.
Decades of isolation had been interrupted by Mandalorian invasion - foreigners who sought to threaten the life, security and religious practices of millions. Most had been promptly sent with their tail between their legs, taking shelter on the lifeless moons of Thule before fleeing the system entirely. But the traitor himself would find no such luck, and no mercy from the men and women who placed him in manacles.
The sons and daughters of House Varsuuth were tortured without mercy - subjected to alchemical experimentation, interrogations, beatings and every manner of heinous abuse. Many did not survive the process, but Cremek and those closest to him were kept alive deliberately. The Beskar they so proudly wore was stripped from their bodies, along with any weapons or functional ships still in their possession.
Weeks would pass before Tempest finally saw fit to pass judgment upon the traitor and his kin - discreetly transporting her prisoners from Thule to Mustafar. Sedated and restrained, dozens of Mandalorian warriors were brought into the throne room of Fortress Vader - brought to their knees before the Dark Lord of the Sith. All were left bloodied and bruised from the past weeks, barely clothed or shielded from the elements.
While most were blindfolded, Cremek would witness every agonizing moment soon to occur.
Tempest was seated upon her obsidian throne - adorned in the same armor that had become infamous across the Galaxy, dual lightsabers clipped to her belt. Her visor tilted down to regard the prisoners that had been brought before her, while Cremek’s own Mandalorian helmet was casually placed on the armrest beside her.
Galleries surrounding the Throne Room were left open - members of the Sith Order encouraged to attend the proceedings. Cremek’s fate would be their entertainment for the evening, and would serve as a reminder to anyone who might share his notions of betrayal.
They would be given only minutes to arrive before Tempest began.