The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Legacy in Flames

"The people of Nathema understand strength, loyalty, and progress," you continued, your tone dominating and degrading. "Your Death Watch can't compare to the might of Nathema's military. Your resistance is futile. The soldiers of Nathema are disciplined, loyal, and equipped with the most advanced technology the galaxy has to offer. Mandalore will bow to Nathema's might."

A sly smile crept across your face as you addressed the remnants of the Death Watch. "You thought you could defy the inevitable. But Mandalore is not yours to lead. It belongs to the future, and the future is Nathema. Your rebellion ends here."

With a swift motion, you withdrew your lightsaber from Pre Vizsla's throat and gestured to the defeated Death Watch forces. "Look around you. This is the outcome of your futile resistance. Surrender, and Mandalore can move forward into a new era. Resist, and you will face the relentless might of Nathema."

The defeated Pre Vizsla struggled to rise, his pride wounded and his vision for Mandalore shattered. The soldiers of Nathema stood tall and imposing, their black distinctive armor a stark contrast to the battered and broken remnants of the Death Watch. The once defiant warriors now faced the harsh reality of defeat.

"You may have won this battle," Pre Vizsla spat out defiantly, "but you won't break the spirit of Mandalore. We will rise again, and your tyranny will crumble."

Your response was composed and unwavering. "Your ideals are a relic, Pre Vizsla, a fading echo of a Mandalore that no longer exists. Adapt or perish, that is the way of progress."

Turning to the soldiers of Nathema, you addressed them with authority. "To my loyal soldiers, today we have proven that Nathema stands unyielding against the outdated resistance of the Death Watch. Mandalore's future is in our hands, and we will shape it into an era of prosperity and strength."

The soldiers of Nathema, disciplined and loyal, echoed their allegiance with a unified chant. The defeated Death Watch forces could only watch in silence as their dream of a traditional Mandalore slipped away.

"You have a choice," you declared, addressing the remaining Death Watch warriors. "Surrender, join us, and contribute to the new era of Mandalore. Or persist in your futile resistance and face the consequences."

The defeated forces exchanged uncertain glances, and some began to lower their weapons in reluctant surrender. Pre Vizsla, seething with anger, could only watch as his once formidable army began to crumble.

"In the end, Mandalore will thrive," you declared, your voice resonating with authority. "Under Nathema's leadership, we will bring progress, unity, and strength to this great planet. Those who stand against us will fall, and Mandalore will rise stronger than ever before."

The soldiers of Nathema, clad in their distinctive black armour, stood at attention, ready to enforce your will. The defeated Death Watch forces, disheartened and demoralized, glanced at each other in uncertainty. The power dynamics had shifted, and Mandalore was now under the shadow of Nathema's dominance.

"As the ruler of Nathema, I offer you this choice one last time," you declared with cold authority. "Submit to the inevitable or face the consequences of standing against my might. The choice is yours."

Pre Vizsla, still on his knees, looked around in stunned disbelief as the Death Watch members dropped their weapons one by one. His eyes widened in shock, and his face contorted with a mixture of rage and disbelief. The once-unyielding leader, who had fought so fiercely for his vision of Mandalore, found himself betrayed by those he had considered loyal comrades.

The soldiers of Nathema stood tall and imposing, a sea of black armor surrounding the defeated Death Watch forces. The air was thick with tension, the aftermath of the intense lightsaber duel lingering like an electric charge. Pre Vizsla struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the betrayal unfolding before him. His dream of a united Mandalore, guided by the principles of the Death Watch, crumbled in the face of Nathema's might.