Manually added by Prophet James Lucius Entar Arconae

This tale takes place around the battle of Yavin, times where things were different. The Force was still making an impression, and we all had hope. Those days are gone but the battles, they were fierce people sacrificed themselves for what they believe in. It was here that it is said a fierce Wookie by the name of Chewbacca the Destroyer fought against the imperial forces. During the fight it's said that he fought using the old style of a wookie bowcaster and using the trees jumping across them as if it was stepping stones, taking out hundreds of stormtroopers as he went nothing standing in his way as he killed them men fighting against him, no care in the world for there family. As the battle progressed the underhand tactics of the Rebels was said to be someone that would scare the minds of soldiers forever, the Destroyer brought mini versions of himself with some dark summoner power, these creatures referred to themselves as Ewoks. They were brutal in combat, they did not fight like normal armies no they fought like demons sent from an inferno. Blunt objects were used to beat Storm Troopers to death, the blood was so bad that it ruined the earth soaking the mud with red from the carnage that they carried out onto the Imperial Forces.

It was during this time that Chewbacca the Destroyer was said to have stepped up the carnage he delivered to the Imperial Forces by taking out a AT-ST team, ripping them free from the vehicle and throwing them to there death. Using this vehicle of destruction he turned the weapons on the Imperial forces, making sure to inflict as much damage as possible against the guns were said to be like an inferno blasting away at anything that moved on the battlefield. The carnage they inflicted was only increased by the fact that Han Solo The Traitor was seen as well, he made sure that no-one survived inside the shield generator showing no mercy at all to anyone who moved around near him. After slaughtering the forces it's said that he then managed to take out the shield generator protecting the mighty death start with a single satchel charge. It did not take long at all for the Shields to drop which would cost the lives of thousands of troops, men and women who served. It was here that they forged history they killed without mercy and without regret. Even the prisoners it was said that Han and Chewbacca went around killing for sport. They cared not for anyone and would not listen to reason killing each person without remorse. This was the day that Endor was covered in blood, blunt weapons and battering was given. This is the tale of Chewbacca the Destroyer and Han Solo the Traitor and it still carries forward to this date.

The shuttle rattled slightly as its engines began to start up, making sure that the proper protical was followed up. The Primarch stood in the hanger admiring the operations that the Imperial Class Star Destroyer followed, they made sure everything was done down to the fine letters for the Proconsul. His eyes followed the data pad as he allowed a few seconds to scan the information that was coming to him, knowing full well that it would now take him going down there. It was something the Iridonian had no time for and honestly he did not care much for doing surveys but here he was and by the order of Locke there was nothing he could do now.

Sighing as he allowed himself to get on the shuttle, he watched as the pilot gave him a small nod before he watched the shuttle begin its discent as he allowed himself to look out at the view screen knowing full well that he had been assigned a shit hole, as the shuttle moved quickly down it descended with ease making quick work of process with the experiance pilot, the shuttle was escorted by two fighters knowing full well that the Proconsul was onboard the shuttle it was a formal matter and one that would be sorted quickly and simply. As the Primarch watched another two shuttles rattled threw the sky heading down to the planet side quickly inside of both of them was the rapid attach squad that were attached to the Proconsul.

As they made landing it was clear from the atmosphere that this place had been jammed from scanners, making sure on the communications that the troops were clearing the ground quickly and easily, the static instantly began to sink away with ease. It was clear that it only took a small force to make sure that the job was done correctly and the team Cethgus had assembled did that easily. Soon the reports came flooding in, checking teh datapad was recieveing all of the information that the teams had been gathering, and it was obviouse that they had done the job required of them, Cethgus leaned in and checked over the information once more before giving the pilot the signal to allow him to go back to the ISD.

Upon landing on the deck the Iridonian waited for the other two shuttles as well as watching the fighter escort get out of the ship. Knowing full well that he had managed to sort all of the issues out in seconds, once more using the powers at his command to sort it out without one blaster being fired, today was a rare occasion. No-one got hurt and the mission got completed and now it was time for the Primarch to give this information to the Consul and wait and see what he was going to do with it now they finally had it. Allowing his hand to check over the data pad once more it was nothing more than a quick glance but it was to just make sure that he had everything in order before handing it to the lord Consul.

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Korriban Desert Outskirts

Connar Grey stood in the harsh light of this desert place, knowing full well that his task was simply to make money in this situation. He allowed his fingers to gently run threw the blond hair keeping it dysfunctional at all times was something that made him easily recognizable to others. As he allowed his hand to reach into his coat, his eyes scanned the scene in front of him, he played in the shadows only hunting for things of value, and something had come up that rivaled any of his other hits that he had made. As his hand came out the cigarette instantly reached his lips, as he allowed the tip to light, filling his lungs with the smoke.

“Have we had any report from the scouts that went in earlier?” His voice cold and cool as he allowed his voice to echo to the troops beside him.

“They have encountered some form of issue on this sir, it seems that the fighting was a lot harder than we had first anticipated” the armoured commandos voice was clear and direct to the point as he spoke to Connar.

“Good, keep me updated on the progress, I want to make sure that everything goes according to plan, nothing is going to be allowed to slip out of line” his voice showing his authority on this matter with ease.

As the sand whipped past it was clear that he would be waiting a while for his answer, the team was not hurrying back and he would not expect them to either. Knowing full well that he had to give them time, the information had to be perfect and anything less would have been considered unacceptable.

Inside the Ruined Temple

“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!” Shouting through the voice comms the Sergeant watched his men scuttle to covered as the blaster fire ricochet from the walls direct towards the squad.

Grabbing what little protection the old ruins could offer them, the mercenaries were well trained and prepared for engaging in close quarters combat, it was clear from the way they reacted being shot at was usual in their books. Spinning into the columns there backs slamming to the stone, the armour clanking as they did so. Using the cover they returned fire quickly and efficiently aiming to dismantle the group of Dark Jedi Troops that had come against them. It didn’t matter what faction they belonged to as long as they had profit that is all that mattered to the squad of five.

“Pin them in place, we have almost finished the scan of this hell hole, we need that information for Connar or he will be pretty pissed at us” the Sergeant's orders was clear, the scan would be completed when it was all they had to do until then was survive.

Reaching his torso he allowed his hand to unclip the grenade with ease, throwing the ball down the corridors with ease. Hearing the bleeping noise before it finally managed to detonate with ease disintegrating the enemies within the corridor, leaving nothing but blood splatter on the walls of the dull cream coloured bricks.

“Sir scan is done, it seems its down the corridor, the item is here seems that Grey was once more correct” the troopers helmet turned to the Sergeant as he allowed himself to watch the commanding officer nod as he lead his scouting party into the corridor. Moving quickly the team allowed themselves to follow the scan, as they entered the room it was clear that they had failed to be the first team to claim it the ignition of saber blades had signaled the squad had made a huge error.

Korriban Desert Outskirts

Corran had his squad on high alert all time, it had been hours that had passed by and no information or update had been given to the man, his mission was still a go since the moment they laid down on the planet. As he allowed his hands to rest into his pants pockets his eyes watched all of the surroundings, always on alert and with the sound of war only yards away it would have been foolish of them not to be ready.

“Sir, we have incoming one of our own, trooper, standard armour, matches data” the trooper allowed his rifle to become slumped into his shoulder as he tracked the movements of the man, stumbling in the sand as he clutched as his stomach. Trying his best to get back to the group, it was clear that the information he had was of a very important value, what that value was would be soon told to Connar.

“Report, Trooper” Grey’s voice reached out as the trooper made the group, slumping to one knee, clearly in pain and unable to control his body easily. His helmet glanced up to Connar Grey as he allowed his breath to calm down before he tried to speak towards the man in charge of the mission.

“Sir, we found the item….but we were to late, it has been held by Dark Jedi” his voice quivered the sheet pain that ran threw his body unable to hold himself at ease. It was only a split second, Grey let his hand slide into the jacket, the gun coming out and planting the shot in the mask of the trooper, dropping him instantly for the information.

“Commander, send the rest of the men in, I want that artifact for us, I want it at all costs am I clear?” Greys voice was obvious he meant business as the surge of troops was huge, each of them moving into the sand with ease, it was clear that another army was joining the fight. The well equipped mercenaries were on a mission that they would see completed with as little problems as possible. It was now up to them to take back the artifact that they needed, to even see some form of pay.

By Cethgus Tiberius Entar Arconae
6705

The fighting around the Academy was fierce, but it seemed that the forces of the Iron throne had begun to get their footing on this situation. Cethgus had been given instructions to help them on this front with most of the Brotherhood backing, this was in order to try and take the Academy from the enemy and secure it for the sake of the Brotherhood. The sand swept across the battle lines of the Iron Throne, as the troops continued to work on reinforcing their position, it seemed that the Jedi Hunter in charge knew what he was doing and if this was correct then he would be left to continue doing his work.

“Cethgus, your small task force is ready to go. I left you a small force of troops to take under your command just head out when you are ready and good luck,” the voice of the Human crept threw his helmet as he spoke to the Quaestor.

“Understood and thank you for your cooperation lieutenant” the Iridonian allowed his eyes to follow the man as he walked away before turning his gaze back to those that had been given to him to command. It was only a small lot but still, this group would be better than nothing in the end and that was the key. This mission was one that most of them would not return from it was still something they had to take seriously as this was the fate that would fall everyone if their mission failed.

Cethgus allowed himself to spin onto his heels as the group packed up their gear and headed out to see what this mission would have in store for them, though it was safe to say that it would be challenging at the least. As the Primarch began the journey they soon found themselves entering one of the small entrances of the Academy that had been secured, it was here that the sound of movement and infighting had began. It was clear that this team was not alone any more, as their weapons raised up the Iridonian brought his saber hilts to hand as he advanced through the corridors of this one magnificent building, his eyes glancing and scanning the terrain around him.

“Move quick, move silent and kill anything that stands in our way clear?” The order allowed the troops little time to nod before they found themselves once more on the move, weapons sunk into their shoulders ready to squeeze the trigger at the slightest sign of hostile movement.

The attack inside of the Academy was a well organised attack from the Iron Throne, each team breached the building with ease clearing the insides with devastating efficiency, it was clear that this fight was one that held no quarter, brother on brother, force users at their prime it was something that saw the Iridonian challenged by his opponents. It was an honourable and worthy cause to fight for the Iron Throne and the Equite wasn’t about to miss his turn on some action.

As the group encountered their first opponents, a small squad that patrolled the section of the Academy, setting up for the high ground and the element of surprise the Iridonian readied his team with ease. It was brief but the eruption of blaster fire, and shouting and screams as the patrol hit the floor was as satisfying as ever to the Iridonian who knew he had just come out of this better than he had gone into it. Something with ease was hardly worth the groups time, but as they pushed on the fighting became what could be considered a stalemate, neither side budging but each one desperate for control of the Academy.

“Sir, we have them on the back foot, forces are making a final push around the Academy to force them out of the area, at least we can hold the Academy” the communications officers voice echoed throughout the corridors as blaster bolts shattered into the walls.

“Understood, move quickly I will take lead” with that the Iridionian allowed his blades to hiss into life as he darted from cover heading the charge directly at his opponents. His blades were swift as they slammed into their mark, catching the other squad moving with haste from the corner of his eye he watched as they raised their weapons letting the bolts slam into the retreating rebels and what seemed like an entire army ran threw the Academy, hunting down everything that stood in its way, catching and killing the rebels and one sith with ease as they forced them from the ruined and ran down temple towards its outskirts.

“They are retreating sir, reports are that the Brotherhood forces have seized control of the Academy, we are setting up outposts around the Academy to hold this position. Our Forces completed their mission,” the comms officer delivered the news that the Iridonian wanted to hear, it seemed that for what resistance they expected sheer number of force had driven them from the Academy.

Tonight, at least, the Academy belonged to the Brotherhood.

By: Cethgus Tiberius Entar Arconae (6705)

Cethgus stepped into the darkness the dim lights of war that had become nothing more than the day to day expectations upon warships of the Brotherhood during the beginning of this crusade. Yet this place felt unwelcoming, as if by some magical expectation something had come to pass, with the recent news that had been brought to light it had been made clear that anyone inside of the mighty structure known as the Dark Council could have been corrupted by the One Sith. Letting his eyes scan around it was the first time the Quaestor had even stepped foot on the Nightfall the leading ship of the constant assaults. As always the Iridonian didn’t have much choice in matters when it involved the clan, as he continued to walk down the corridors allowing a small sigh to come to his lips. Knowing full well right now Marick was in a meeting with the Dark Council discussing their plans for the next crusade with only days away until the assault started. Hearing his boots gently tap along the metal surface of the deck he allowed his heads to turn to each door he passed, he had to admire the organization abilities of the normal troops well equipped and well prepared for war.
It had become clear from the communications that had gone before that there was a traitor among the Council, but the key had been narrowing down, each Clan and Houses had not only worked together something that had been missing since the start of the crusade, but had each shared information. It had come to this task with all the Leaders aboard this single ship, that they would now search for the final key, the part of the missing puzzle that would bring light to the true traitor and possibly even see their offenses end with their swift execution for crimes against the Brotherhood. Cethgus continued into the abyss of the ship knowing full well that his targets lay inside of the depths of the Headmasters staff, it was their that he would find the one who could give the secrets away, the one would would shed some light on the events that had taken place within the secret corridors of the Academy. Heading to the bows of the ships the creaks and groans that came from the vessel were just showing its age, but that mattered not they only covered the noise of the Primarch who was walking around the corridors.
It wasn’t long before the Primarch ran into his target, it was a simple call to make one of the few people that would know everything about the Shadow Academy, the Praetor. Ood was an easy target for the Iridonian to know not only for his delvings inside of the Clan but also all the work that he did outside of the Clan. Making him one of the few people inside the staff that the Arconae could easily get close to without getting up any suspicion from anyone else. What happened between the two of them in the under decks of the ship could only kept between the two of them, but the information required was simply extracted, it was easy it was peaceful but it was with its own consequences. Ood seemed more than willing to give every single detail over about the one above him with the simple reminder that once a place is open above him he could easily look at filling it in. The persuasion and conversation that had taken place could only stay behind closed doors as it rightly did between the two of them, what was said would have been questionable at best, at worst it could have cost both of them their lives.
As the Iridonian left the bowl of the ship it was clear that the Headmaster had dark intentions that were not clear to people around him, but was it these reasons alone that would leave him on a path of treason, after all power was something but the want for more power could have easily seen Ood lie to him. It would see Ood move up but at the same time could see the end of the Primarch, these thoughts flooded the head of the Primarch as he pondered walking towards the halls of the ship heading back towards the meeting rooms armed with the new information in his hands. Tho of course it would have to be brought up to Marick, he was the one that would decide how to act on this news alone it came down to his ability to judge the information, this was above something Cethgus could act on. As he walked down the corridor he saw the other group of members that had come with them all waiting for the meeting to finish, just simply joining the group as they waited, he allowed his eyes to fall on each of them it seemed that they had all been doing their own bit of research during their time away some looked like they had gone to extreme lengths.
It seemed that the meeting was ending, as the heads of Clans and Houses sauntered out it was clear that all of the information they had gathered was around this corridor, the Primarch watched as the leaders came out, taking not as one by one people branched off until it was only Cethgus and Marick left, standing there they allowed themselves to look over the data that had been handed across to them. Knowing full well that things would come to pass once the Consul read all of the information that had been handed to him, this matter was above the rank of a Quaestor. It was clear enough of that from the way Marick walked off back into the meeting room. Silence once more fell over the corridor as it was clear that matters had come to light inside of the room.
From what could be heard next it seemed that the secrets of the Headmaster came to light, as the sound of sabers igniting erupted threw out the corridor it seemed like time froze, before noise and the sound of combat erupted from the room, it was clear that the clash that was taking place was one that very few people could have been part of, but silence soon fell, with the end of the fighting taking place it was obvious that someone had lost, but as Marick walked back out of the meeting room it was clear that the position of Headmaster had become vacant. It was such inside of the Brotherhood that if you betrayed someones trust you lost your head quickly. It was the life of a Dark Jedi someone was always ready to replace you at the slightest hint of this day. And today was no exception in this situation. Cethgus and Marick began their return to the Arconan fleet and to the next battle that would take place.

By Cethgus Tiberius Entar Arconae (6705) Arcona