Campaign #1

The Western March of Clan Odan-Urr:

Hostilities resume between the renegade Vauzem forces and the Vatali-Odanite Cohort for the fate of Quermia.

The Fiction:

"They say war is written by the victorious, but what of the disenfranchised?" A bitter voice echoed as he stared out over the ruins of Quermia's capital southern district.

It had been the scene of heavy bombardments throughout the early days of the war and still faced setbacks as the Quermian people attempted to restore it to its earlier glory, from crumbling infrastructure, lack of materials, or a lack of available personnel. The High Councilor sighed as he looked down from the higher floors of the tower.

"For a year, Quermia has suffered as history was rewritten and attacked by the children of those who were left behind in the wake of Operation Vanguard, the disenfranchised youths whose futures were driven by the nobles who drove Undelm under the Tibana-rich clouds of Kiast when the Vatali demonized anyone and everyone in the vicinity, service, or related to those who once schemed against the crown, regardless of their views at the time. Wounds long left to fester have finally begun to heal in the wake of new injuries and the loss of many lives beyond the initial conflict." The half-Arkanian shook his head as he approached the Quermian representative and took their hand, giving them a firm handshake.

"But who tells the history of today? Us Quermians whose world was nearly razed as a byproduct of someone else's war and walked away, the Vatali Empress, who you say unjustly silenced her critics with the threat of violence, while simultaneously justly waging war against those who would seek to depose her after overthrowing our government, or you the Jedi, keepers of the peace, who were once again drawn into conflict?" The representative asked, as they motioned to the seat across from them for their guest to sit.

"Each will have their own tale to tell, and no one tale will be the same." The Jedi said as he found himself a seat.