THE MANDALORIAN WAR
The days of the republic are at its end. Everywhere there is darkness. Everywhere there is despair. But there is one hope; one man will challenge an empire. The sith empire. He will raise an army and unite the scattered people. Or he will grow to hate, but only once there is balance then and only then there will be peace…
The prophecies of the oracles verse 725
The Empire will rise. A gigantic empire which will conquer all before it, a time of darkness will begin until a jedi be born. He shall have the mark of the jedi. Shall the child reach the pinnacle of his training he will be unstoppable and the empire will fall…He will make a choice that will result in the glory of the jedi or the glory of the sith…
The words of the condemned Syros, shortly before his execution
"The jedi and the sith? The smallest military forces in the galaxy."
Commander Tolbin at the massacre of the jedi, there were no survivors.
1500 B.B.Y The jedi council gathered together at the briefing room on Dantooine, it was not the main jedi council; the heart of the jedi was at Coruscant but this council was just as impressive. Master Gythos spoke first. "We cannot keep fighting against the sith, our numbers have been reduced too much by this war. The mandalorians and the numerous pirates are just waiting for an opportunity to take the galaxy. Every day our ranks are thinned. Every day our casualties are higher. War is not the answer!" Gythos was an old human, he had not received council membership for his fighting skills but for his democratic skills, the old jedi seemed tired and sad, "We cannot keep going like this." He folded his hands in his brown jedi robe and waited for a response. Jedi master Droqrosis was a rodian and she burbled "We all agree with you Gythos, but there is nothing we can do, war has touched every planet in the galaxy, we cannot simply recall all the jedi back to their temples" Gythos frowned with resignation. Outside in the cold, glancing into the windows of the council chamber, something watched from the shadows…
The fleets of commander Tolbin reached Mygeeto. Small defense fleets flew to bravely tried to halt the advance but were nothing compared to the fleet of Tolbin. Star fighters deployed from the capital ship like bees from a hive. Multitudes of ships from all over the galaxy emerged form Tolbin's fleet, sith and jedi starfighters, cruisers, alien ships from all over the galaxy moved in a thick swarm and engaged in whirling spaceship battles with the planetary forces. The defense force was in hell, missiles streaked by, leaving long plasma trails. Rapid shots echoed against metal. Missiles struck home and obliterated everythin in their blast radius, total chaos. Tolbin watched this all from the comfort of his command deck. Tolbin was an impressive man, a mandalorian. His well built and tall frame was covered in traditional mandalorian armor, striped orange the thing was, Tolbin wasn't stupid, he knew what his men wanted and manipulated their desires to suit his personal needs. He saw more of his fighters swarm upon the enemy uncoordinatedly and get destroyed but took a toll on the enemy fleet. Tolbin didn't bat an eye, mercenaries were always expandable. Suddenly laser blasts and homing missles from the side completely obliterated the planetary defense force. Mandalorian ships emerged through the dust that was once a fleet. Static, Tolbin turned as the holo-projecter buzzed to life. An armoured mandalorian blurred ghostlike. "We got 'em Tolbin" he said, "Come back to the hangers" Tolbin said, "It's time for the bombers to do their job."