Tauve

Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:56 am by Malice Hingang

*They have just finished birthing the 10th generation. More to come. Also the training of the 1st generation has been going well and expanding.*

Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:29 pm by Malice Hingang

*Now the 11th generation is being born, and the rest continue their training. 2 more generations until the 1st become adults.*

Fri Feb 18, 2011 2:28 am by Malice Hingang

*It's all done. The last generation is born. So the 1st is given a final order.

They herd the adults to a place outside the city. Hundreds of thousands of adults were marched out. They had prepared for this, for 13 years. They had been taught that these people were working against them, that they hated them. But the adults knew. There were tears in the eyes of many of them, however the soldiers there shot any person who talked.

Once they arrived they made the adults dig. They dig for hours, a large massive hole 6 feet deep, 6 feet long, and over a mile long. Once they were done, the men were lined up. The 1st generation were given swords

There were no tears, no regrets among them. They aimed the swords at the adults. Tears streamed down the victims faces, until finally, the order was given, and they charged.

Time slowed down. Each offspring roared a cry out to the sky, the dust picked up from their feet, the wind blew to the adults backs. Ten thousand lives were held in the balance. Then with ten thousand slashes they ended. The adults each died in their own way: silently, screaming, beheaded, stabbed in the heart, murdered by their offspring they all died in a moment. Then the bodies either fell back on their own into the hole, or were pushed or kicked in.

Once they were in the 1st generation was done with murdering some of their parents, they stepped back and let the next ten thousand parents step in.*

Thu Apr 07, 2011 10:21 am by Malice Hingang

*The new loyal civilians return to their duty in the city. The soldiers here continue the patrols, but now that the oldest generation is of age, they begin to shadow the troopers.*

Sun Jul 10, 2011 2:32 pm by Corr Vhett

*Several hundred miles away from where his fellow Mando'ade in Green and Gold armour on the continent know as Dysis another drop commander strode purposefully through the city of Tauve at the head of fifty ori'ramikade. There had been no opposition to their presence and why should there? The planet had been in Mandalorian hands for years and the change in ownership would have little effect on the populace. Ahead lay the city hall, the drop commanders destination.
Over the planet other commanders would be doing the same thing. Securing the area's they had been designated and contacting any local authorities.*

Wed Feb 22, 2012 5:12 am by Cassus Fett

*Deep in the tunnels of the underbelly of the city, a lone Xan paced his way through the muck and grime, of what essentially equated to sewers. He didn't even flinch at the filth at his feet, nor baulk at the stench that filled his nostrils. Garrta was on a mission, and heading to a meeting. He needed to remain focussed, and to keep up the anger that had fuelled him over the last few years. These hardshell protagonists needed to be taught a lesson they would never forget, and it was time to act on the words that had been spoken for far too long. Someone needed to do something, to rid their home of this menace, these barbarians, these oppressors. Algara II was their world, not the Mandalorian's. It was time to rise as one and take it back, before the breeding camps reopened, for surely they would, and once more they suffered at external influences because their own politicians were too weak to speak out.

Rounding the corner, the yellow skinned Xan, his face marked by black tattoos of ancient tribal design, a signifier of his roots and desire to return to the old ways and old days, saw his man. He approached, looking cautiously over his shoulder, and as he neared his fellow like-minded Xan, he finally lowered the black cowl that had covered his head and shadowed his face.*

=Garrta=
"Greetings my brother, do you have the device?"

=Atak=
"I have it, but it was not easy to acquire. I had to pay some youths to divert the hardskins attentions while I slipped into their ship and stole it. I could have been captured, tortured, killed even! Or worse!! What do you want it for anyway?"

=Garrta=
"Your sacrifice would not have gone unpunished and your name would be remembered for an eternity as a Saviour of the Xan, so quit complaining. I need it because it is time for us to strike fear and uncertainty into these Mando scum. Show them we mean business. Show them we wont tolerate their abuse. To get revenge for their atrocities."

=Atak=
"Well, just be sure not to plant it anywhere too public. We don't need to send a message written in Xan blood after all! And be careful when carrying it, the wiring is dodgy at best, and might trigger if it gets rattled around too much! I must go, I am expected at work soon. Fare well brother! The glory of the Brotherhood rests in your hands!"

*With that, Atak slipped away, leaving Garrta with the device and his thoughts. Garrta grinned as he studied it. Soon his plan would be complete, and the name of the Brotherhood on the lips of all the Xan on the planet. The uprising would come, and before much longer too...

It all started with this. This one, dirty bomb.*

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