63 Dha Werda Vustraa (1/2)
[ Quest Complete: Destroy Makatak's Star Forge Station. Rewarded. ]
After the pacification of Makatak, the Dha Werda Vu'traat had become known amongst the populace.An entire caste of warrior women, clad in armored uniform and armed with a Beskar Katana-fashioned vibroblade. The surviving Rakata were either in cast iron chains, beheaded for their atrocities, or they escaped to the other planets within the Archipelago.
Dha Werda Vu'traat, the Dark Light Special Forces, alternatively known as The Emperor's First Hand or Sisters of Mando'a, consists of one hundred and ninety thousand commissioned officers, five hundred and fifty thousand enlisted personnel and eighty thousand individual troop units.
The Sisters of Mando'a are broken into five separate groups of two Resurgent-Class Star Destroyers, often referred to as battlegroups. Their responsibility was to enforce the Emperor's will and his decree.
Once Makatak's political and civil unrest had ceased, the five star destroyers docked on either side of the Imperious. For the first time the Emperor-to-be, will be meeting his enforcers and current organic frontline set of warriors.
Marching, rhythmic marching, it's beat sounding as if it was meant for song. Armored boots, leather boots, they echoed throughout the halls, the corridors, for all to hear. Each hard stomp and rapid foot step had a meaning.
”Kandosii sa kyr'am ast (As ruthless as Death itself),” The chanting of a Mando'a song could be heard, causing the walls and windows to reverberate by the intensity of angelic voices. ”Troan teroch cabur a'den (The pitiless face of The Guardian's wrath),” Their voices were reminiscent of valkyries, marching off to battle, ready to punish those whom would do evil against the Emperor (Referred to as the Guardian). ”Duraan vi at ara'nov (Brothers all, one heart of justice). Vod an(Sisters/Brothers All), ka'rta tor (one heart of justice). Kote (Glory).”
The song they sang was ”One Heart of Justice,” an ancient mandalorian war chant. Something that Jango Fett would end up teaching the Clone Troopers, of course modifying the lyrics with having Guardian instead of Jedi.
These female soldiers were disciplined to the point that every single verse was on note, all of them were in sync. This was just a fraction of the officers, enlisted personnel and trooper corps from the other ships. The Imperious needed more than just a skeleton crew of droids, it needed actual organics to manage at a greater capacity.
A total of 346,000 officers, enlisted and troops transferred from the ten different ships and onto the Imperious. All of them continued to chant, when they finished the song, they started it right back up again.
The central hangar had been transformed into an auditorium. There was a singular elevated platform where Valad, Riané, Rin Gan, Maddie, Master Fay and the Aku Clan stood. They were dressed in their new Zakuul inspired attire. All the girls in white and all the boys in theblack.
They would begin to watch as the procession began to enter the room, slowly filling up the central hangar's main deck. It was like watching a sea pour in and create an island out of elevated sand.
The fifteen standing on the platform stared out towards mass of human bodies clad in off-block double breasted tunics, sharp black leather belts with silver buckles, black armor chassis shell with their rank insignias plastered over the right peck. They essentially looked like armored Imperial Officers of the Stormtrooper Corps. They had long boots which appeared flexible, only ending six inches below the knee. They wore armored knee pads, shin guards and armored gauntlets.
All the armored pieces were made of Duraplast and Beskar composite alloys. They were lightsaber resistant, and heavily resistant to blaster weaponry.
The interior of their uniforms had padded black satin lining, making it comfortable to wear as it was soft and retained a cool sensation.
There was no bit of their bodies showing except for their fingertips and their heads. While some of them wore the traditional T-shaped visor helmets of the Mandalorians, it was mainly on the troopers that did so.
While many of the uniforms were untouched and not customized, despite largely having the same face, their hair were different colors and styles. Some of them wore hats, though most seemed to have rather short boyish cuts.
The main reason why the armor chassis shells around their chests and backs were black was due to the meaning behind the color. They were mandalorian 'born', so they had the traditions and symbolism drilled into them. The meaning of Black was Justice. The meaning of Gold was Vengeance. Grey is mourning, Red is an act of honoring one's parent, green is duty, blue is reliability and Orange is lust for life. While there were more colors they could have painted, this singular color matched their chant of 'One Heart of Justice.'
”Welcome one and welcome all!” Valad stepped forward looking over the vast of darkness with specs of light, pale, faces. He spotted a few who kept the natural red hair that their originator had. Yet there were much more who dyed it black or some other more fanciful saturated hue.
He could already see all their different and vibrant personalities even though this was the first day they were truly alive. In their minds, he knew they believed they were once within a facility and trained to be the 'best of the best' and yet, he knew that they were just fabricated by the system.
”Par te cabur(For the Guardian)!” They all cheered in response, creating an awkward silence as Valad simply stared in response.
The look of processing what just happened was written all over his face. He had never had anyone cheer for or toward him before. His eyes drifted over towards Maddie who was nursing her elbow in one arm and rest her chin upon her fist.
Her sparkling golden eyes gazed over towards him when he gave her a look. Her eyes flickered over towards the masses, shooing him off with her fingers in the process.
Pretty much telling him to pay her no mind.
Valad cleared his throat, his chest shaking slightly as he looked over their faces once again.
Ahsoka who had been silent up until this point, noticed his faltering. She was sure the others on the stage did as well. While she didn't understand why they weren't comforting him, she could tell he was timid of being directly seen by all these living and breathing people.
The small orange girl walked up beside him with a tasteful smile, assuring eyes. She reached up and grasped his pinky and ring finger of his dominant hand. Her hands were small, his were quite a bit bigger in comparison.
Immediately she felt the timidness fade away, though his entire body tensed by the sudden touch. He'd glance down towards the girl who came to his rescue and stared at the four year old for a few seconds.