Last Stand

The morning program doesn't start, as it always did, with some soft jizz music. Instead Fugaruns' place is taken by a tired and rather banged up looking Bevin as several members of the original crew, most heavily bandaged, moved around in the background fixing up the destroyed studio.

“Good morning everyone. Uh, that goes out to ladies and gentlemen and other, sentients and semi-sentients, old, young, and everyone in between. Fugaruns T’ed wanted everyone to be welcome here, and we do too. We... we're still looking for him. And we're going to find him. But umm, until then we thought that was no excuse to stop A Forest Reflection. So I'm here hosting, today." He pauses. "Oh, I'm Bevin by the way, just another Obroan. So, let's turn to the news.

"The planet is safe, you’re free and we’re back. A heroic effort by the Republic Armed Forces was able to save the city just as the shield fell. We understand the Neo-Crusader Commanding Warlord has been defeated and that Mandalorians across the planet are standing down. This is a victory for every one of us who’s had to suffer through so much. Thank you for coming together rather than being forced apart, for standing with us instead of suffering alone and for making me more proud than ever to be an Obroan.

Now, let’s celebrate in Obroas-Skai style! See someone, make them welcome! I’ll be joining you on the streets later. But now, a little music!” Bevin stands up and with a soft smile and walks out of frame as an uptempo beat plays, the entire cast and crew come rocking out across the sound stage before yelling out together. "And that - is A Forest Reflection!”

Event: Medalsome Heroes (Open - all players, fluff event)
Event: The Happily Ever After Party (Open - all players, fluff event)

Somewhere in Mandalorian space.

"Losses are near total. The entire Coreward Path, and most of their fleet. The survivors are falling back to our space but even they are being harried by Republic fleets."

There! The flash of anger, now to fan it, yes, brighter, hotter. Perhaps some arrogance as well, wounded pride. Oh perfect, how dare the Coreward Path fail? It must have been because they were weak.

By the fireside Mandalore's grip tightens around his spear. He stands, striding to the edge of the blisteringly hot coals.
"The Bal'Fortenes name shall be stricken from our histories. That clan has disgraced us one time too many. Krenna's blind ambition doomed her expedition, her weakness ran deep."
The other Mandalorian commanders murmur agreement and the emissary feels the comradery in the air, hmmm, useful for now.

"We should use this time to regroup, Revan's forces are proving surprisingly effective." Old Jildane, how did someone so boring become a Neo-Crusader?
"Yes, I concur, we're spread thin and he continues to outmaneuver are fleets." And then, Ged'lom, always obsequious, but the Mandalorians needed his wealth.
No, no that wouldn't do. The emissary scowls within his hood. He played again upon the pride in Mandalore's mind. Run? Retreat? From one Jedi? Had the crusaders lost their nerve?

Mandalorian shakes his head. "All the more reason for us to continue the advance, we force him to come to us, and then we destroy him."
The other commander's exchange looks, but none would dare gainsay Mandalore the Ultimate, for none had lived to do so.

"This is the twilight of our people. Either the Taung shall burn bright enough that the galaxy nurses its burns for a millennia, or we shall fade away to ashes. I will not wait, I will find this Revan and I will slay them. Do you doubt me?"

The other commanders jump to their feet, yelling out support and encouragement, almost falling over one another to agree with their leader.

Mandalore stares into the fire, the lights playing over his helm as his thoughts twist, polluted by an outsider. Yes he thought, yes the Republic has to burn.



At the edge of the meeting, the dark hooded emissary wraps his dark robe tighter, cold despite the fire. The dark side had a habit of sapping warmth from bone. And it took all his concentration to prod a mind like the Mandalore's. Still, his master would be pleased with this outcome.

A hidden smile plays over his face. A fine prologue, he thought. But now it was time for the show.

D12 is live!