A Message For Mandalore

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A Message For Mandalore

[The post begins with a link to a live news feed from Unifar Temple on Onderon. The news reflects a grim reality; the temple has just been subjected to a biological terorrist attack, with many of the people within infected with weaponized viruses banned by numerous international treaties.]

This is a message to the soulless conquerors of Onderon, and to their most craven, illustrious Mandalore.

You are not welcome. Leave or die.

We refuse your right of conquest. Onderon is not a planet that you can simply take and keep. The length of your conquest is of no consequence; it ends here, today, with this first mighty scream of an oppressed people.

This is not a world for war-mongering tribals, no matter what sort of metal they make their armor out of.

Our demands are simple. Every month the Mandalorians continue to rule our world, we shall attack again. Every wound we inflict on your government and your reputation will be nothing compared to those we inflict on your lackeys, your brutes, and your warriors. We will not face you in the field. We will not give you the satisfaction of seeing the enemy that kills you. We will speak to you again only when we desire.

You have been warned.

- Demagolka

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[Meira]

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Finally

I was beginning to wonder if any of you cowards would ever grow a spine. If you believe your attack has frightened any of the Vod, then you are even less intelligent than we originally gave you credit for. And we were not generous. What you do or do not refuse is of no consequence. We took Onderon, we HAVE Onderon. It is ours. If you want it back, we rejoice in your efforts to try. If you are worthy in your attempts, we might even sing of your deaths to our children.

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[caelum]

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Threats require actual teeth, Demagolka. The death of civilians are an ephemeral loss at best. If you want to be taken seriously, hit something of actual value. Rest assured, the Sith will be watching.

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For Shame

Viruses at the Temple? Have you no honor? I cannot even condemn you as pathetic warriors; you are not warriors, and you have not the gaul to stand tall and fight for what you believe in. Some noble cause!

You are sad, broken individuals. I can't help but pity you.

Pray that you do not cross my path as I complete my visit to Onderon.

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What's a Sith posting here for?

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Hold on, is this it? Mandalore's hype man and my damn cousin? Lame ass insults on both sides? Guess all those other muscleheads can't even read.

For shame is right!

I should take this down. This ain't a job, it's a terrorist message.

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[DreadPirateMike]

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From The Broken

Many words have passed, I see. Some more then, from one of Onderon’s native-born tribals. My name is Kesprit Shaidar. My father, until his death during the defense of Iziz, was chieftain of my clan, a role I have attempted to perform well in his honor. I apologize for any abuse of this board's code of conduct, but it's hardly my first transgression.  It was with my knowledge, assent and assistance that the attack on Unifar Temple was carried out.

First, know this: I write now neither to gloat, nor to celebrate. I myself see no cause for either. It was an ignoble means of inflicting death, one which I myself for a long time opposed, and I knew from the beginning that it would leave me only shame and regret. If anyone should take satisfaction in that admission, you are welcome to it. Should I live to see the rule of law restored to Onderon, I expect it too shall seek satisfaction from me, and shall have it without complaint.

Nevertheless, I would do it again. I WILL do it again, for the same cause that I write these words now: to educate. For Mandalore and all who follow his banner are wallowing in ignorance, and while they see no harm coming of it save to the “chattel”, I see little hope that anything will change. As it must change.

You say you took Onderon, that you have Onderon. That alone is proof enough that you do not even understand Onderon. The great walls of Iziz were built by the people of this world, not the other way around. We were food at first, afraid and helpless as you think us now, but we refused to remain such. We learned to take advantage of all Onderon provided, and from it fashioned weapons and fortifications of greater and greater sophistication. But before arrows gave way to blasters, before covered holes in the ground grew into the great city, there was that will. That utterly steadfast belief in our right to survive, and the unflinching willingness to pay whatever price to see it secured. My ancestors, who would become the Beast Lord tribes, proved it again when they were thrown out into the jungle with only the rags on their backs, and made allies of the creatures who had for so long been our bane.

THAT is what it means to be of Onderon. That you have, by the price of blood and suffering over millennia, earned your place in the order of things here. And for a time, there were those among us who thought Mandalorians to be made of similar stuff when you settled Dxun. You settled in the style of your grand and never-ending safari that once saw the great Mythosaurs exterminated (I’d very much have liked to see one of those, by the way.), but at least you stuck around to make a home of it. Had it occurred to you to come here with hands open instead of closed around your triggers, to demonstrate in any way at all that you had some capacity for respect for this planet, you may even have been welcomed, for all the bad blood between us.


But we have been disappointed of late. To think that winning a single battle earns the right to call Onderon yours is arrogance of the highest order. To think that we are cowed because more beasts came down from the sky and drew blood is basest stupidity. So yes, our preparations made, the time has come to strike at you in any way we can. Your metal shells will protect you no more than the stone and mortar of Iziz. If you say this does not frighten you, I for one believe you. But it does you no credit. Fear is a potent tool of survival, and worse still, one who feels no fear can show no courage.


In any case, it’s irrelevant. We do not require your fear. Only your lives, and we shall have them. A great many, a few here and there, it doesn’t matter. We are here to stay, and can afford to be patient. And in time, perhaps sooner than you think, you will have to pay some thought to whether you have enjoyed the transformation from a crusade into an occupying army. Because at the very least, I know this: none of you mean to stop with Onderon. And I promise you, holding Onderon will mean giving up the galaxy beyond.

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