Plu Or'dinii
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Aug 25, 2015 20:08:59 GMT -8
The Resurrection of Darth KrakatauLocations: Lehon, Hijarna, Varonat Timeframe: Beginning in Plu Or'dinii's last days as Mand'alor Premise: This Journal will recount the previously untold story of Darth Krakatau's return to the galaxy and how it led to his son Plu Or'dinii's abdication as Mand'alor, as well as the secretive struggle that followed to contain Krakatau's Imperialistic and genocidal ambitions from swallowing the Mandalorian people.
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Plu Or'dinii
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Aug 25, 2015 20:20:09 GMT -8
Chapter 1: Searching for the Past
As a new day dawned, plumes of smoke continued to rise from the outskirts of the ancient city, and the weary Mando’ad shook his head slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from the fractured horizon. Lehon was renowned as a paradise, but that beauty had been interrupted by a most sudden and destructive war. At last, as the sun Abo cleared the smoky horizon, he dragged himself by sheer force of will, staggering as he descended from the rooftop balcony to his council of war. The fires would probably burn for days longer, and his heart ached for those whose homes and lives were being destroyed, but there was much work to be done.
For only the second time in his life, Plu’tonium Or’dinii had discovered that he did not know what to do or how to solve the problem that lay before him. It had been almost thirty years since he had experienced such a complete, empty feeling of bewilderment and confusion, and the cause was poetic, if not downright ironic.
As a cocky, naive seventeen-year-old, he had returned to the “known” galaxy: a young Sith student, suddenly orphaned, and seeking to execute a plan he did not fully understand. He had become a ghost instead of an Emperor, a mercenary who appeared, wrought destruction, and vanished, only to appear once more where he was least expected.
Now, as a middle-aged man, his story had come full circle: His father had returned from the grave, with a thirty year case of festering insanity and a need to exert that anger it on anyone and everyone remotely related to his son and failed apprentice. Thirty years ago, Plu had been the ghost. Now, he was the one hunting the ghost, and he didn’t have the first clue where to look.
But maybe he didn’t need to worry about how lost and hopeless the situation felt. After all, the first time he experienced such utter confusion and conflict of emotions, everything worked out just fine. He had arrived in the Outer Rim, in command of an unthinkably large invasion force. His father’s vision had been clear, but the young son’s comprehension was clouded. Plu discovered a galaxy that was not at all how his father had portrayed it, and a Sith Order that was to be despised, not lauded and conquered. The establishment of a new Sith Empire, which had sounded so glorious when his father had spoken of it for the past seventeen years, suddenly began to lose its luster and its glory.
He discovered that he was powerful, not because of his Force powers, but because of his military prowess,his unconventional tactics, and his willingness personally to do whatever it took to win. He learned to manipulate his opponents, and how a reputation for utter destruction could lead to victories without a single shot ever being fired. He became a valuable mercenary, and then a conqueror, and among his closest allies were several influential Mandalorians.
As he rediscovered his mother’s Mandalorian culture, he gravitated away from the Sith teachings of his youth, and toward the Resol’nare of the vode. His Sith identity became first a cover for his mercenary activities, and then was eventually dropped altogether. His use of the Force decreased, to the point where all but a select inner circle forgot he had ever wielded such powers. He saw the dangers of the darkside from his own childish outbursts as a young man, and he learned the honor of his people. While the Force remained a valuable tool, it became a tool that he would only use in an emergency, if all other choices had failed. Against auretiise, his restrain lessened, but against his people, his brothers, his vode, the matter was clear: it was dishonorable to use his powers to gain any advantage over those who lacked such powers.
Plu’s growing allegiance to the Mando’ade paralleled his own growth in power. His conquests secured him a base in the Maw Installation, shared control of the planet Lehon, the homeworld of the Rakata and the Infinite Empire, and control or influence over numerous other worlds, including Onderon, Fresia, Empress Teta, and Eclipse. It also brought him mercenary friends such as Goran Starkiller, and contact with Talon Darknight, a Mandalorian warlord who would eventually become his mentor. During this time, Tracyn Or’dinii, a member of Plu’s mother’s clan, emerged as one of his closest confidants and his adopted younger brother.
But for all of this military activity, there was another driving force behind Plu’s interest in worlds and history once associated with the Infinite Empire: a search for an artifact that his father had left behind, over a hundred years earlier. The quest began as a search for information on the one secret his had never shared with his son: how Darth Krakatau, once a great Lord of the Rakatan Infinite Empire, had cheated death for 25,000 years.
His early quest for information within the Sith ranks had turned up nothing of value, and the search of a dozen former Infinite Empire worlds had been equally fruitless. He had found some record of a strange Rakatan device called a mind prison being present on Mandalore, and an unexplained incident that had freed his father while consuming a vod, but the trail went utterly cold once Krakatau departed the planet. It seemed that the only one who knew the answer to artifact's current location, was the long-dead Krakatau himself.
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Aug 25, 2015 21:00:45 GMT -8
The search for answers took the Or'dinii back and forth across the galaxy, and one of these quests took Tracyn to the Jedi Library of Corellia (link to JvS 1.5 archives).=Tracyn Or'dinii=A Besuliik starfighter, emblazoned with the colors of the Mandalorian Empire and Clan Or'dinii, crossed the sky of Coronet City at a high rate of speed, then engaged its repulsorlifts as it slowed and entered the Hangar of the Jedi Temple. Tracyn slowed the fighter to a stop, and then guided it into the space that had been allotted to him. He eyed the ground crew suspiciously, not wanting to entrust his beloved starfighter to these strangers. But his brother had told him that the Corellians were honorable people, and so, reluctantly, he popped the canopy, gathered his things, and exited the fighter, following signs leading into the Temple itself. Along the way, he looked for anyone who might be willing to help him find his way around the unfamiliar building.Taking advantage of the distraction posed by the appearance of the Dark Jedi at the front gate of the Temple, and the obvious unease it had caused, Tracyn made his way to where he vaguely remembered the library was located. He looked up and down the hall nervously, not because he was there to do any harm, but because he felt out of place, and was unnerved by the relative inattention paid to him. Maybe this was going to be easier than he expected. Maybe he would be able to slip in, do his research, and leave, without any questions being asked of him. He doubted it, however. It had been many years since the Mandalorian Empire had had any formal ties with the Jedi of Corellia, and he knew that they would not assume that he was a friend. And they would be justified. Had he not, just the summer before last, lead a commando team in the service of Sith'ari Feral against a gang of Chiss rebels?Entering the library, Tracyn saw the well-remembered shelves rising before him, and nostalgia washed over him as he remembered his previous visit to the planet. Then, he had been someone. Not a small-time clan leader hiding in the shadows and working as a mercenary. No. He had been the Marev or personal bodyguard to Mand'alor Prudii Sikirta, the most powerful man in the Empire. Tracyn clenched his fist, feeling renewed anger at the men who had robbed him of his life and his glory. He had sworn a great vow to make those men pay for their deeds. His adopted brother had already repaid much of it when he seized the Helm for himself. But there was one debt unpaid.However, now was not the time for memories, or for revenge. He had a job to do for his brother, and this time, he would not fail in that job. His own oath would keep for another time, today he was helping Plu fulfill his own vow. He would download everything the Jedi had on Darth Krakatau their father, and take it home with him. And together, they would find that mind prison and rescue their father's victim from his century of torment.=Madelyn Haltiir=A lithe young woman popped out from behind a bookshelf where Tracyn had seemingly paused in his thoughts and tapped him on the shoulder.
Enter Madelyn Haltiir.
A young Arkanian girl from the Temple of the Guardians, an exchange student of sorts; she had traveled all the way from the safety of Arkania to study under some of the most highly recommended Masters in the galaxy. A historian by nature, she had come to glean from Corellia's archives whatever knowledge she could take with her.
In turn she had given the task of librarian in order to get to know the archives a little better. She was a generally shy and awkward girl, naive as they came, but still she always managed to be useful."Can I help you, sir?" She asked Tracyn slowly and deliberately as if she wanted to make sure she was speaking proper basic even though it was her second language out of at least ten. She was more cautious than anything because this man was Mandalorian and while she knew her Headmistress had ties to the Mandalorian Empire, she wasn't about to go trusting any that she saw.=Tracyn Or'dinii="Ey! What the frak are y--" Tracyn spluttered angrily as he spun around violently at the tap on his shoulder, and his beskar-plated hand flashed up to grab her wrist roughly. He was about to close his iron grip to bonecrushing tightness around her tiny wrist and twist her arm behind her back when his eyes fell on the young Arkanian and he remembered where he was. There was a moment's awkward hesitation at her request, and his eyes shot sparks from behind his faceplate before fading."I'm sorry." He said in a much quieter tone as he let her wrist slip through his fingers. "But you really shouldn't sneak up on a Mando'ad like that." He wags his finger. "If this wasn't a Jedi Temple, you might have been in serious danger." Hand trembling slightly, for Tracyn was feeling ashamed of himself for letting himself be scared by a mere girl, he reached up and unfastened his helmet, then pulled it off, revealing the craggy and hardcut face of a warrior. Tracyn was fully human, unlike many of his vode, but he still had a rough, almost Taung-like look about him. But his face was split into a friendly grin, and his cheeks were blushing at having overreacted. He hoped he hadn't scared her too badly, the last thing he wanted to do was impose on the Corellia Jedi's notorious hospitality."Yes, I think you'll do." His eyes twinkled as he extended his arm. "I am Tracyn Or'dinii. I'm looking to do some research on light saber crystals. Would you happen to know where I should start?" =Madelyn Haltiir=Clumsy since the day she was born and easily frightened by nature, Madelyn's ice blue eyes widened a lot more than they probably were supposed to as the Mandalorian turned around and grabbed her by the wrist. She yelped and ended up backing up into one of the shelves that held some old datacards; it wibbled and wobbled as she looked up at it perching precariously before her then toppling over into another shelf.
Like a bad nightmare and a line of dominoes, at least ten shelves toppled and spilled their contents to the ground with a loud series of crashing sounds. She looked to Tracyn, who by now had released her wrist and apologized, and blushed profusely. "Well....I don't think we should start in this section.." The awkward Arkanian girl eyed him wearily as if she weren't sure she was safe from him even though she had her lightsabre hidden within the folds of her robes. She watched him curiously for a moment after he had removed his helmet, almost as if in shock that there was an actual human being beneath the killer's armour; that is if he was even human.
Shrugging slightly, she took his arm and looked up at him a bit more seriously this time. "Madelyn Haltiir. As for your lightsabre crystals, we need to go to section LI4436....right....over......here!" She finally pointed them in the right direction towards the back of the archives, leading him over there and shooing away some students that were playing sabaac on the floor.=Tracyn Or'dinii=Tracyn winced as the shelves toppled over, and looked at the floor, again feeling out of place. A rough, tough Mandalorian warrior like himself didn't belong in a delicate and peaceful environment like the Corellian temple. But he had to find out that information on Krakatau, and Corellia was one of the last places he hand't looked. So far his search had been pretty fruitless. Archived either didn't go back far enough, or were incomplete, or in the case of Coruscant, they had simply been erased. Most likely Palpatine, if he had even know, had not wanted anyone to figure out where to dig up an ancient Sith lord."Thank you, Miss Haltiir, I appreciate it." He shot the bookshelves a quick glance. "I didn't mean to scare you." He allowed her to take his hand, confused for a moment that she had not returned the armshake, then remembered that a sheltered auretii like this young Jetii might not even know what the warrior handshake was. Shrugging, he followed her to section LI-4436, his helmet danging from his left hand.=Madelyn Haltiir="I...should..uhhh....probably go clean all of that up.." Madelyn shot a quick glance over her shoulder and released his arm, about ready to go running off before she stopped in her tracks and quickly turned to face the Mandalorian once more, her face a bit flushed in embarrassment."That is....if you don't need my help any longer." She stopped, hands on her hips as she eyed the Mandalorian a moment and came to the conclusion that he did not at all seem the scholarly type, figuring she ought to help him find what exactly he was looking for. That is, if he stopped being so seemingly closed down and secretive, to tell her exactly what information he sought for it was more than likely she could walk to the shelf and pull the proper datacard in the blink of an eye.
Though in all reality, she wanted to put as much space between him and her as humanly or in this case, Arkanianly, possible. She lingered a moment, hovering by him to see if he needed any further help.=Tracyn Or'dinii=Tracyn looked throughful as he stared at the computer terminals in front of them. He had used a hundred different types of system and could probably figure this one out fairly quickly, but it wouldn't do to get rid of her too quickly, the Jetii might be suspicious. This was the perfect excuse, however. He would be sure to have a few minutes alone with the computers this way."Perhaps.. perhaps you could show me how its done once, and then if I need more information, I'll be able to do it myself? I've never used these systems before, but I've used similar ones." Tracyn stared at the computer terminals again, and felt like the empty datacard in his pocket was burning a hole through to his skin. He hated lying to his hosts. "And then if you're not done, I'll help you clean those shelves up, okay?" He didnt say it, but he was having a hard time imagining the small, lithe girl lifting the massive floor to ceiling shelves back upright. And it was his fault.....=Madelyn Haltiir=Madelyn pursed her lips, realizing she had been right all along. Definitely not the scholarly type, but she wasn't one to judge. He could probably show her up in battle easily, then again books were her thing, not fighting. Though she was relatively well versed in the art of combat, she could by no means compare to him or any Master in the academy, probably a good portion, if not all, of the Knights too could hand her her own.
Absentmindedly running a hand through her short white hair, she blinked her eyes a moment as if in disbelief that he did not know how to use the archived then sauntered over to the computer terminal nearest them, her midnight blue robes billowing out behind her as she bent over and brought up the reference screen. Pointing to it, she straightened and turned to Tracyn."Type the information you seek right there. It is that simple. Now if you need any further assistance I will be back cleaning the shelves and I think I shall have it all tidy by the time you are done..." The young Arkanian woman could see the way he was sizing her up and knew immediately that he had some doubts against whether or not she could actually clean up the mess she had made. It seemed that living so long amongst non-Force users hadn't taught him much about her kind.
Turning swiftly on her heel, she proceeded back over to the area in which she had wreaked havoc upon when he had frightened her. Pushing her sleeves up, she rubbed her hands together then began concentrating on the shelves, using the Force to do what she could not and lift them back into place.=Tracyn Or'dinii=Tracyn nodded as if he was uncertain, although in fact he was entirely capable of using the system. As she walked away, he sank into the seat and cautiously keyed in the search query he had alluded to previously, and pressed the search button. Lightsaber crystalsAlmost immediately a long list of results popped up, and he chose the entry for Blue crystals and began to read. This was all an act, the information did not matter. He already knew what kind of lightsaber crystal he was going to ask about in his way out. Now, however, he opened another search window and keyed in the information he really wanted to know. Darth KrakatauTo Tracyn's amazement, there was one and only one entry. The hair on his spine stood up on end as he realized that he finally had success in his fruitless search. Here, at last, were the keys to the mystery of Plu Ordinii's father. Or at least, clues to them.Darth Krakatau, Dark Lord of the Sith. (Given name unknown)
Last known Daritha of the Infinite Empire.
Birth: c. 25,350 BBY.
Death: Unknown/unconfirmed (Extra: Was condemned to a Rakatan mind prison in 25,184 BBY for "high treason" against the Infinite Empire)
Darth Krakatau was a fearsome, bloody warlord seemingly without conscience... Yes! This was it! Tracyn wanted to scream for joy, but instead he slid his datacard from his pocket and placed it into the terminal, and downloaded the file on Krakatau as well as any subarticles that were linked to it, such as the one of Rakatan mind traps. It was hoped that somewhere within all these clues, would be a clue that would lead the Mando'ade to recover that lost mindtrap of Krakatau. It was interesting that the Jedi were unaware of Krakatau's escape from his prison, and brief return to the galaxy. Well, it was to be expected, given the disruption that Palpatine had caused soon after, that some bits of history in the century before the Civil War had been lost. Now, however, Krakatau was really and truly dead, and Plu his son wanted to find their vode whom Krakatau had deceived and trapped in order to steal his body and return to the galaxy. It was a dangerous thing to play with such mindtraps, but the Ordinii had realized that the only possible explanation for Plu's heritage meant that was one of their Ordinii vode trapped inside that prison now, and they were determined to rescue him.Completing the download, Tracyn pocketed the datacard, cleared his searches, and walked over towards Madelyn as she fixed the shelves, a quizzical look on his face. "Miss Haltiir, would you happen to know where I could acquire a Mephite Adegan crystal?" =Madelyn Haltiir=Lifting the last of the shelves into an upright position, a bead of sweat ran down Madelyn's forehead, she never was too terribly good when it came to telekinesis, but her meager skills were adequate enough. Taking a deep breath, she sighed then wiped her forehead with the sleeve of her midnight blue robes.
Turning as she sensed Tracyn approaching her from behind, she smiled a bit nervously wondering what he could possibly need now. Such a simple question gave her more relief that she had thought she would ever find. It wasn't that she was frightened of him, but more uneasy around him and could never understand how her headmistress did what she did."Mephite Adegan crystals?" She matched his quizzical look for a second as she recounted upon her own hunt for her lightsabre crystals then smiled once more, answering him. "Ilum would be your best bet I would suppose. That is not a common form of Adegan crystal, but the Adega system would be where you want to head." She paused a moment as she bent down to pick up some of the things that had spilled off of one of the shelves then called over her shoulder. "Is there anything further I can help you with, Mr. Ordinii?" =Tracyn Or'dinii=Tracyn slowed to a halt about three paces from the young Jetii woman, and smiled good-naturedly. His elation at finally having some data to examine, and possibly some clues to follow up had filled his beskar'gaam from head to toe, and he was in an undeniable good mood. Nothing could deflate his mood, but he did pause awkwardly for a moment, realizing that he hadn't asked the question the right way."Well really, I was hoping to avoid a trip all the way across the galaxy to Adega." He stopped, looking thoughtful, and hesitating, thinking that his question might be slightly sacrilegious to the Jetii. "In fact, I was hoping that in a great house of Jedi learning such as this, I would be able to acquire one. It is not for myself. I is a present for my brother, who is force sensitive." Tracyn hesitated again, not wanting to use the term Mand'alor and open a hornet's nest. "He is, well, he is what you might consider a Grey Jedi." =Miri'ya Ta'ya=Miri'ya Ta'ya, a middle-aged Bothan Jedi Archivist, hearing loud noises from the bookcase accident, hurried over to see what was going on. Seeing Madelyn engaged in conversation with a towering Mandalorian warrior, she halted in surprise, listening a moment as the Mando explained why he had come. Despite being a furry, creme-colored alien, Miri'ya still had that distinctive businesslike librarian's look about her.As Tracyn finished, she took a step forwards, and shot a reassuring look at the young Arkanian girl, whom she could feel was slightly uncertain and unnerved by the stranger. "Is everything going all right here, Maddie? Perhaps I can help this gentleman find what he's looking for." She glanced up and looked the Mando in the eye curiously, then turned back to the girl "I'm not sure what to say about giving a crystal to someone who is not a member of the Jedi Order, but I'm sure we can work something out." =Tracyn Or'dinii=Tracyn shifted from one foot to the other, unsure how much farther to press the issue. Time was of the essence, and he hated to wait around on a whim. As much as he enjoyed the hospitality the Jetii had shown him, he would never feel entirely comfortable among them. Their air of peace and serenity was stifling to an adventurous warrior mercenary like Tracyn who thrived off conflict. He smiled as a second librarian came up, and bowed politely to the Bothan master, even though his opinion of the entire Bothan race was somewhat tarnished these days."No thank you, I believe the matter has been settled actually. Thank you for your time, but I believe I will make the trip to Adega after all." With a polite nod, the Mando'ad turned and walked quickly out of the library, all the while holding one hand over the pocket where his datacard was located. It felt as if the stolen information was burning a hole in his pocket.Tracyn trudged triumphantly back to where he had left his Besu'liik in the Jedi Temple hangars. He had pulled his helmet back on as soon as he had exited the Library, for fear that the look on his face would draw suspicion, as much as anything. He wasn't at all sure the Jetii would be pleased if they found out that he was researching a long-dead Siit lord. Then again, the chances of anyone else even knowing who Krakatau was were unlikely, given the pains that Palpatine had taken to erase any evidence of the ancient Daritha's existence. Palpatine, it was assumed, had never known that Krakatau escaped the mind prison, and wanted the Rakatan Dark Lord of the Sith to stay lost forever. Well, Palpatine was gone, Krakatau was gone, and the mind trap was lost---with a vod trapped inside. Krakatau's innocent victim could not be allowed to suffer any longer. Tracyn climbed into his fighter, and took off moments later.
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Plu Or'dinii
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Aug 25, 2015 21:06:22 GMT -8
The full story, in all its detail, was a stunner, but it explained so many things for Plu, and he made it his mission to find that missing mind trap, and deliver the poor soul trapped within, now that his theorized existence was in fact confirmed. Tracyn and Plu never told anyone else what they had learned, but it was an additional, secret reason for their empire building and their conquests, and especially a reason why they prioritized former Infinite Empire worlds in their travels and their wars.
As Plu became more and more a Mando’ad, and less and less a Sith Lord, he eventually confided to the Mandalorian inner circle, giving them the following explanation of his past at the time of Illuscio Blackhawk’s ascension to the Helm:
"For many years I have been one of the most secretive men in the galaxy. No one knows my past. There is a reason for that. It is a dark past, and it is a unique one. I am, perhaps, the last man alive in the galaxy who can claim to be a descendent of the ancient Rakatans. Let me tell you my story."
“Over twenty-five thousand years ago, a young Rakatan Darkside force user was entrapped in a Rakatan mind prison as punishment for an unspeakable crime. Over time, the Rakatan race died out. The mind trap was stolen from Lehon as an artefact, presumably by a passing smuggler. Somehow it found its way to Mandalore, where an unsuspecting Mandalorian Dark Jedi or Sith apprentice discovered it. He had the misfortune, as history tells us Revan did, of opening that prison."
"However, this young Mandalorian did not succeed in escaping as Revan did. Instead, he was trapped inside the mind prison and the Rakatan Darksider was freed. The Sith took the trap with him when he left Mandalore, and in time, it was lost. Whether this was intentional or accidental, I do not know, but a strange side effect of the encounter was that the Rakatan took the form not of his old Rakatan body but of the young Taung's body."
"This was probably about a hundred years ago. The long-trapped darksider emerged into a world that took him years to comprehend. Eventually, he fell in with a large group of spacers and mercenaries, and secretly began to study all that had happened in the millennia since his imprisonment. He never really associated with the Mandalorian people. Instead, he hid, studied the history of the Sith, and plotted how to take over the galaxy. That man, Darth Krakatau, as he came to be known, was my father -- I never learned his Rakatan name."
"However, he did marry a young Mandalorian human woman whom he met on Kessel. Sadly, she died in childbirth, leaving me as their only child. My grief-stricken father stole away, taking me with him and disappearing into the unknown regions."
"When I grew up, he taught me everything he knew about the Sith, both ancient and modern, and prepared an invasion army to restore the Infinite Empire. For a long time he hid the true story of his past from me, but in the end he told me almost the whole story. The rest I later gathered from my long studies on Lehon."
"My father passed away about 20 years ago, when I was in my late teens. His death tormented me and ultimately drove me to return to the known galaxy about 15 years ago. I joined many Sith Orders, but never felt right in any of them. Something from my long studies stirred inside me, and eventually I rejected the Sith as a whole and became a career mercenary. I captured Lehon and made it my capital, and I studied other points of view on the Force, from Jetii and Siit alike."
"A life of blood caught up with me, and as I grew in influence within my brothers and in knowledge of the galaxy, I eventually forswore the path of the Force two years ago, and have sought ever since to put Mandalore first, and put everything else behind."
The Krakatau puzzle was never far from Plu’s mind, even as his own fame and fortune continued to grow. For a time, he told himself that he could never fully take his place among his brothers as a Mando’ad until he had unraveled Krakatau’s past and rescued his father’s victim. It was a noble goal, but also entirely unrealistic, and eventually Plu had to face reality: there was a decent chance the quest would exceed his own lifetime, if it was ever completed at all. He could not allow the quest to limit his allegiance to the Mando’ade and the Resol’nare.
After a decade and a half of war, the growth of Plu’s own Empire slowed, as he consolidated his outlying territories into the New Infinite Empire, and merged his more central planets as loyal member worlds in the growing Mandalorian Empire. Plu was inspired by Talon Darknight’s teachings and confidence in him, and when the moment came and Mand’alor Blackhawk was exposed for weakness and for collusion with the auretiise Siite, he made his move. Deposing Blackhawk in one swift stroke, he took the Helm of Mand'alor for his own.
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