The rule of the Mand'Alor was founded upon conquest. And for his first act of conquest, he could have started anywhere. He could have raided Coruscant, the original homeworld of their people. He could have raised the fleet to conquer the space immediately around . Hell, he could have flown it to Dromuund Kaas, destroying it in a suicide mission.
He chose Lothal. This would be a fine demonstration of the capacity of his new fleet. As quickly as he could, he readied the fleet under his command, and called upon the clans of Mandalore to join him on the front. The Crusade began anew.
Lothal had angered him countless times. It was the home to an ancient Jedi temple, which had been recently reactivated. Existing as a Jedi was enough warrant the wrath of the Crusade Crusade. Senator Starros was practically obsessed with the warriors. Fenyang counted on it, he hoped that they would meet the Mandos in battle.
The planet was also reportedly bolstering its defenses against Sith invasion with their neighbors. A defense that was recently weakened, after the disaster on Mon Calamari. War with them would be a real test. Not a steamroll. They were, arguably, the strongest military within the FWA. If they fell, Mandalore could seize entire systems with ease. Strike two.
Strike three was the planet's pristine environment and economy. While the well-known Senator Starros launched into his public crusades about the 'evils' of Sith, Mandalore sat barren. With a stroke of their pen, they could have sent aid, relief, any kind of help to the dirt ball now known as Mandalore. They had left Mandalore to fend for itself, same as the rest of the galaxy. The Free Worlds Alliance had choked their world, never offering it the aid that the other parties of the galaxy so easily attracted. Well, Lothal? This is the result of an independent Mandalore. A hungry Mandalore.
We are the wolf, the badger, the mudhorn, the hunters. And we will soon see who is the prey.
The Mand'Alor's new fleet dropped into Lothal's gravity well first. Two Pugioo-class frigates, three Fremen-class frigates, eight Raider-III Corvettes, and each of their complements of fighters began to pour out across the system's territory, destroying defensive structures and mobilizing to meet Lothal's fleet head on. While the combined strength of the new Mandalorian fleet would occupy the planet's defensive navy, those with courage would join him on the surface itself.
Flanked by his old Deathwatch comrades and a new crop of Imperial soldiers sworn to the Mand'Alor, Fenyang Ordo made it to a grassy plain overlooking the Capital City of Lothal. Here. The perfect site for the beginning of a new Order.
One of his Deathwatch comrades began to film him, going lower so as to accentuate his height. The setting sun captured the glow of the of his Beskar as troops began to charge towards the front. His helmed face was broadcast across the entire world, and, as large news cables began to pick up word of the attack, the entire galaxy. Something new began.
"Citizens of Lothal," He started, his voice carrying a natural, booming command to it. "I am Fenyang Ordo, Mand'Alor."
Wind swept across the plains as he stood. Something to consider. He signaled for two of his subjects with capes on their armor to stand behind him, to that the galaxy could see the dramatic beauty of the wind rippling through their capes.
"The undisputed, uncontested, sole lord of the Mandalorians. For too long, we have let you sit by, as our world rots and festers. We suffer countless indignities from your peoples, reduced to common bounty hunters and mercenaries. You use us as toys. It is our fault for letting you."
It was time. A pair of the soldiers had fetched what he needed - sympathetic-looking victims. A young farmer and her son, sobbing and pounding on the Beskar chest plates of their captors as they were dragged before the Mand'Alor. He grabbed the woman's face, shoving it into the camera's screen. Her tears filled the display.
"I warn you now, Lothal. I am not like these weak-willed, honor-obsessed Mandalorians you hired. I stand solely for Mandalore. And I will do anything for my world." He threw the woman to the ground and fired two shots from his blaster pistol into her. The weeping stopped. The Death Watch commandos dragged the boy away as he pleaded and mewled for his mother.
"A new era has begun. Surrender the Jedi of this world now, and you may yet live to see it. Oya! Take the world, brothers. Leave them nothing!"
His first move as Mand'Alor. His rule was borne atop a smoldering corpse. Now, he would add the ashes of Lothal to the pile. His only hope was his subjects, his new Brothers and Sisters, would follow.