Fiction Activity Overview

When the three Clans, allied in goal if not ethics and belief, finally got their act together and went to go on the offensive they found themselves facing a formidable foe. Pravus had more than enough time to marshal his forces. Some even speculated that his actions against Plagueis and Taldryan had been specifically to draw out a reaction of this sort, an ill planned assault on his fleets and armies.

As such things did not go well for the forces of Plagueis, Tarentum and Arcona. Many, many lives were lost in the initial assault and the extended withdraw. The alliance fell apart, their forces returning to their respective home systems to await the Grandmaster's retaliation.

The forces of Plagueis and Tarentum put together a coalition of skilled individuals whose task was to assassinate Darth Pravus. Their attempts were futile in the end though, as Pravus’ foresight and lines of protection were too great for the coalition to overcome. The death of the leader of the Iron Legion was the hair pin to the entire operation on Antei, and with the plan going awry, the combined forces began to crumble before the face of Pravus. Plagueis and Tarentum started to lose battles on all fronts, many good soldiers losing their lives on the dusty wasteland of Antei.

Once upon a time there was a plot to kill [[Grand Master]] [[Pravus]] hatched by Clans [[Arcona]], [[Plagueis]] and [[Tarentum]], in retaliation for the Grand Master’s killing of some Undesirables and purging some Lighties because that’s what sable black darkity dark people do. As it turns out, the three Clans all recently fell under attack by Pravus in different ways, seeking to tear them all apart – Pravus hired [[Wuntila Arconae]] to murder the hell out of [[Telona Murrage]], the dirty Tarenti [[Krath]] for insurrection against the Iron Throne in order to tear the ancient Tarentum-Arcona alliance apart. He sent [[Aabsdu Dupar]] with a fleet to blow up Plagueis for failing a lot. This made people from all three Clans sad, so they hatched a plot to kill Pravus.

The first stage of this plan was to assemble the forces required to murder a Grand Master. A full show of force was deemed unnecessary so they decided to send an elite strike team in, using representatives from the best [[battleteams]] across all three clans. Their purpose was to distract and then murder Pravus as vengeance for the wrongs he had committed, making them some sort of ‘avengers’. Given that the new location of the Iron Throne was currently in transit, they decided that getting aboard using the wiles of a Dark Council member was likely the best course of action – so they recruited [[Marick Arconae]], now known simply as Marick Tyris in order to distance himself from his Clan.

Marick used his newfound access to sneak a strike team aboard the [[Suffering]], the flagship of the Grand Master, inside a series of cargo crates disguised as [[Sith]] artifacts. With the team aboard successfully, [[Zekk]] of Tarentum as team leader made the decision to sneak through the engineering vents of the vessel and make their way to the bridge of the vessel. Nine members of the allied Clans surrounded Darth Pravus aboard the ship and prepared to engage him. Pravus, surrounded by Royal Guards and the Iron Legion, declared the challenge open. The team had to fight their way through the minions of the Grand Master before engaging him in combat.

“Message to all Tarenti/Tarentae: Gear up and head to the Dajorra System ASAP, exact coordinates will follow.” Consul Frosty Romanae alerted all of Tarentum.

While heading out, the transport received several coordinates through the comlink. Where were they heading? As many thoughts went through Ranarr’s mind, he started feeling lighter in his head. Only minutes later he passed out.

“Hrrnnn…rrmm...” As Ranarr regained consciousness he found himself on a small island, he wasn’t alone. The Cathar was sharing the limited space on the island with a Plagueian and Arconan, both recovering from a black out as well. The Arconan looked around: “Selen…”
“So, that’s where we are?”… The Arconan nodded.

Almost simultaneously the voices of Augur Atyiru Caesura Entar, Warlord Teylas Ramar di Plagia and Warlord Frosty Romanae Tarentae interrupted the silence, bringing one and the same message to their members: “We brought you to this group of islands on Selen…” the Arconan was right. “…and teamed you up with our allies. We need to prepare for the big thing ahead and we want you to share your knowledge and skills with each other.”

Ranarr looked around and noticed more islands in a distance around them. “Each our own little training spot huh?” The three members looked at each other with suspicion, but agreed on the fact that they all had their strengths and weaknesses.

“Let’s do this!”