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Onderon & Dxun - Where the wild things are...
Following our victory against the remnant forces loyal to Pyerce, Mandalore was finally returned to the Mandalorians and a sense of relief swept the planet.
Simultaneously the reports, once covered up by Imperial occupation, began to come through of the atrocities the remnant forces had been commiting across the galaxy.
As Clan Eldar dispatched it’s forces to aid stability across it’s protectorate we couldn’t ignore the reports from further afield, aggressive occupation, orbital bombardment near destroying species and their history and raiding at an unrivalled level.
One such report stood out to me - the disturbed resting places of fallen Mandalorians from wars and battles Millenia ago being pillaged for the now rare Beskar armour these comrades from antiquity still bore in their graves.
Seeing that new friends were being taken care of I set course for Onderon and its moon Dxun.
An odd pair, it was a site of historical significance that I had wanted to visit since before my time exploring the Unchartered Regions.
The opposite of Mandalore, the depressive permacrete cities and wastelands were now replaced by verdant jungles across the planet. I made my way to a landing site and followed the stream leading me out of the basin I had landed within.
Following the stream I could hear various animals calling, celebrating the rich land across the moon.
Ahead of me a glint in the Sun drew my attention to a rocky outcrop and I headed toward this.
As fingers guarding something precious the helm and blade of a fallen Mandalorian laid in this. An odd image, a crypt made of the rib cage of some great beast from long ago.
It had long been known of the Mandalorian wars with the Sith Empire and the fate of Mandalore the indominatable. It seems he wasn’t the only warrior that fell finger to these once great beasts that roamed here.
It also seemed that the Rocks were much more than this. Derelict and near reclaimed by the Jungle here I had found the ruins of a great building, but I was not alone. Atop the rocks was a hover sled containing Beskar armour. It was true then, even long dead Mandalorians were not awarded peace.
Disabling the sled I followed the tracks to discover the raiding party and put an end to their crimes…
Onderon & Dxun - Where the wild things are...
Following our victory against the remnant forces loyal to Pyerce, Mandalore was finally returned to the Mandalorians and a sense of relief swept the planet.
Simultaneously the reports, once covered up by Imperial occupation, began to come through of the atrocities the remnant forces had been commiting across the galaxy.
As Clan Eldar dispatched it’s forces to aid stability across it’s protectorate we couldn’t ignore the reports from further afield, aggressive occupation, orbital bombardment near destroying species and their history and raiding at an unrivalled level.
One such report stood out to me - the disturbed resting places of fallen Mandalorians from wars and battles Millenia ago being pillaged for the now rare Beskar armour these comrades from antiquity still bore in their graves.
Seeing that new friends were being taken care of I set course for Onderon and its moon Dxun.
An odd pair, it was a site of historical significance that I had wanted to visit since before my time exploring the Unchartered Regions.
The opposite of Mandalore, the depressive permacrete cities and wastelands were now replaced by verdant jungles across the planet. I made my way to a landing site and followed the stream leading me out of the basin I had landed within.
Following the stream I could hear various animals calling, celebrating the rich land across the moon.
Ahead of me a glint in the Sun drew my attention to a rocky outcrop and I headed toward this.
As fingers guarding something precious the helm and blade of a fallen Mandalorian laid in this. An odd image, a crypt made of the rib cage of some great beast from long ago.
It had long been known of the Mandalorian wars with the Sith Empire and the fate of Mandalore the indominatable. It seems he wasn’t the only warrior that fell finger to these once great beasts that roamed here.
It also seemed that the Rocks were much more than this. Derelict and near reclaimed by the Jungle here I had found the ruins of a great building, but I was not alone. Atop the rocks was a hover sled containing Beskar armour. It was true then, even long dead Mandalorians were not awarded peace.
Disabling the sled I followed the tracks to discover the raiding party and put an end to their crimes…