War has changed across the Galaxy. Shortly before the events of the planned culmination of the Clone Wars, an entirely alien threat entered from outside the Galaxy. Cutting waves throughout the Galaxy, killing and destroying all they came across, this "Imperium of Man" saw fit that all life they deemed abominations in this new land burn in the fires of their hatred.
Like a cancer, brutal, unending war has spread far across the Galaxy. Millions die every day, billions suffer under the boot of a new, utterly alien empire, and hope is all but a distant memory. Just like the worlds the Imperium burns in its wake, the very foundations of the Galaxy teeter on the edge of total annihilation.
As the Galactic republic fought for all it has on Axum and other such planets, as the Separatist Alliance was being gutted by the forces of imperial Astartes, an ancient force begins to reform. Like a Pheonix burned and sundered by millennia of civil wars, crusades, and endless war, a culture of victory and death begins to be born again.
Fractured and splintered, the Mandalorian people may finally become united once more by the new imperial menace. It is unknown if they will be able to fight against these foes, or if they will ever even be able to mentally prepare themselves for the horror that is to come. What is known is this.
In the grimdarkness of a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, there is only war.
I am currently working to update a lot of the story elements for this fanfiction. The forces of the Skywatch are going to be replaced with a minor Homebrew chapter, a detachment of which was aligned with the Skywatch at the time of the destruction of the Xek Tek sector. In addition, the motives of the Imperial forces will be elaborated on further. Thank you all for your critique!