Varyn Rask
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The battles for the Rebel worlds had been brutal and difficult. Partial victory and partial failure. In some ways it was a Pyrrhic victory, but Varyn saw an opportunity: one that could be far more valuable than any base.
The Holonet lit up to the face that many had seen before. The face wasn't a face, it was a mask: the mask of a Sith Lord. While it could be accessed in the Core as well, it was primarily aimed at Mandalorian space. It wasn't a long or drawn out address. He wasn't a man who cared for waste, nor were most Mandalorians. And make no mistake, this address was for the Mandalorians. For their leader.
Mand'alor the Chosen.
Mand'alor, he began simply. There was no dishonor or disrespect in his address. Too many arrogant Sith had dismissed the Mandalorians as being nothing but second rate citizens because they weren't sensitive to the Force. Varyn had no interest in making the mistakes of his predecessors.
It is not with joy that I have to give you a report about a loss to your House, he said. His voice was somber, and lacked either menace or joy. This wasn't a gloating victory, and Varyn didn't care what the rest of the galaxy thought of his address. It was a means of contacting one who could be considered his mortal enemy.
The Sith recently ransacked bases held by the Jedi and their terrorist pawns, he said after another moment. After investigation into the fallen, there is one in particular who I felt the need to inform you of. The Field Marshal Daniel Solus has fallen in battle, he said, stopping what he said. The news would be a major blow to all of House Solus, and many other Mandalorians as well.
His body - and all those of your fallen - will be returned to your space, along with their armor and beskads, for your traditional burial, he said. Though their other weapons and gear had been taken, anything made of beskar would be returned to their home space. The act was nearly unprecedented, but it would mean a huge difference to the Mandalorians who were listening. It was a sign of respect and honor. The Mandalorians may have hated the Sith, but Varyn wasn't quite your traditional Sith, and he fully intended to show it. He was sick of the sins of his ancestors, and he didn't intend to continue them.
We never went there looking to kill your people. We went there looking for terrorist blood, and all we found was Mandalorian blood. Defending a planet that wasn't yours, that you had no stake in, and that they didn't even bother to defend themselves. Those should have been your worlds if your blood was spilled, he said, letting that thought sink in. The Alliance had used the Mandalorians to defend their nearly-empty bases. You hate the Sith because we treated you like war dogs, he pointed out. There's nothing I can do to change the past, and nothing your can do to change the decisions your old Alor made, but I can say this: don't be war dogs for the Jedi, he said. Mandalorians didn't trust Jedi - and by extension the Alliance - and this was just proof of any concerns the Mandalorians might have had: they were letting the Mandalorians fight their battles for them. Expendable soldiers.
A single ship will be entering your space to return them to you, and I would ask that you allow them to pass in peace. Enough blood has been spilled: your people's, and mine, he said. He had no more interest in seeing the blood of either of their people shed. He may not have been able to stop the war with the Mandalorians yet, but you ate a bantha one bite at a time.
And as quickly as the transmission had begun, it ended. Though it may have been brief, its impact would be felt all across Mandalorian space. @Lucid @Sreeya