House Deathwatch Capital Ship Ravager
Hector Von Ricmore
Space near the Mimic Station

‘The Force was truly a terrifying power.’ Hector Von Ricmore mused to himself. The Kiffar had received a series of fragmented visions ever since Juda Graves had feuded with the member of Mandalorian Clan Fero. He didn’t need the visions to predict a coming conflict with the Clan. Vizsla was not a group that would allow disrespect from rivals. And with the growing ambition to establish themselves as an influential power group it was inevitable that they would come to blows with Fero.

On the subject of visions; Hector had foreseen images of a great battle. Crusader Class Corvettes and Nebulon Capital Ships Surrounded a Space Station. The Clan Fleets of Houses Deathwatch and Wren drifted through space, shattered and burning from a failed invasion. The debris was enough of a giveaway that a frontal assault was doomed to fail. Or, at the very least, would cost Vizsla lives and their house fleets before the Saxon fleet arrived.

This was unacceptable. It was a fate that would be avoided. If Vizsla would have difficulty in a frontal assault they simply had to weaken the enemy through trickery.

Hector took advantage of his security clearance within the Collegium. Few books and sources of information were unavailable to him. He had spent days reading about Sith artifacts and holocrons, finally devising a way to construct alchemical objects that would allow him to influence the user.

He then worked himself into a fervor. Creating modified weapons as well as alchemical jewelry and treasure. Broches of Sapphire and Ruby encrusted with gold. Beautifully engraved blades of durasteel. A sword of Beskar adorned with mandalorian crusaders and ancient runes served as the masterpiece to complete the trove.

These creations were packed onto a transport freighter crewed entirely by memory wiped droids. The transport was intercepted by Clan Fero, who eagerly took the spoils for themselves. The Beskar blade was given as a gift to Admiral Sunda Shrike to curry favor with him. But in doing so the Fero member had unintentionally brought about the doom of the Mimic Space Station.

Shrike and his commanders had been corrupted by the Force alchemy artifacts over several weeks. They were filled with a paranoia of the members of Clan Fero not on their ships. It drew on the suspicion already present, many had questioned their leaders about the shadowy Miraluka who came and left as she pleased. Shrike had no answers for them. Vizsla intelligence agents anonymously forwarded propaganda information identifying the Miraluka as Su Well and claiming that she was merely using Clan Fero as tools until they are discarded. This paranoia grew into outright hostility. Shrike’s fleet turned their weapons on Mimic station right as Clan Vizsla arrived to conduct their invasion.

The Ravager exited hyperspace alongside its complement of fighters and transports. The bridge was a flurry of activity as they received a transmission. The holographic image of an Aqualish, Admiral Shrike, appeared onscreen.

“Admiral Shrike, I take it you have received our intelligence. Clan Vizsla would be happy to welcome you as allies. All we ask is that you aid us in taking this station and hunting down Su Well.”

“That is…acceptable.” The Aqualish replied.

The combined fleet opened fire on the station, rapidly destroying its turret protections. The station defenders were unprepared for their own allies to turn on them; allies who were close enough to target the turrets with pinpoint accuracy.

And just like that the Space Battle for Mimic Station was won, without a single casualty.

Corusca Conference Center
Canto Casino
Cantonica System — Corporate Sector
40 ABY
Hector Von Ricmore

A frown adorned the face of Hector Von Ricmore. He had much to be irritated about. Peace talks between the Consuls had been interrupted by an unexpected arrival of ships bearing Plagueian IFF tags. The last transmission from the Concordia listed the ships as "Two Victory-class destroyers, six Aquitens cruisers, and a pair each of Strike cruisers, Nebulon-C frigates, and Corellian corvettes.”

Truth be told, the human wasn’t worried about the situation in space. Their own representative ship, The Concordia, was arguably the greatest non Superweapon ship ever designed. It was easily the equal of an ISD 2, but its triple shielding and immense weaponry made it far greater in Von’s eyes. Plagueis may have the advantage of numbers but no single ship they deployed was equal to Vizsla’s flagship.

But something was wrong. Plagueis could be aggressive but these tactics were sloppy even for them. It would have been far easier to take out the consuls and their aides through an explosive or ambush.

They wouldn’t have bothered with the facade of peace talks. Why go through the trouble of limiting the delegations weaponry and armor only to begin a space battle and not slay them in the conference room?

No, this was something else. The situation reminded the mandalorian of a recent event, a false flag attack aimed to discredit. It slipped his mind of who was impersonating who, but such a scenario occurring once again was not impossible.

“Korvis. There is a chance that this isn’t Plagueis. You recall the false flag attack from a year or two ago? I can’t recall who impersonated who, but we shouldn’t rule out the possibility of it occurring once again.”

The Consul paused in thought. “It is not an impossibility. The Brotherhood as a whole, not to mention a Clan of slavers would have many enemies. Regardless, we should evacuate to the hangar.”

Hector nodded in agreement. “I suppose the clans will all move separately, hard to trust each other after this fiasco. Just give me a few minutes to rig some weapons together, Plagueis didn’t allow me to carry much.”

As part of the negotiations Korvis was allowed to keep his armor and weapons. In return He forfeited bodyguards. Hector was allowed in the room as an advisor but his armaments where limited. No armor, a striker slugthrower pistol they knew he was unproficient with (to provide the appearance of a weapon), a fiber cord whip, blinding dust and jet boots for an escape, a glass bottle of Corellian whisky, a nerf towel, a spotlight glow rod, and a hydrospanner for his amusement.

Hydrospanner in hand, the Junker disassembled the glow rod and slugthrower. He then reassembled the items together in the form of a makeshift blaster. While he lacked Tibanna gas the blinding dust could work as a substitute.

Entering the Casino’s kitchen the human heated the dust into a gas before trapping it in a nearby container. The gas was then placed in the makeshift blaster.

Hector then realized he needed a suitable melee weapon. He took several swigs from his whiskey before smashing the bottle on the counter. He then broke off one of the chair legs and fastened the bottle to the leg using the wire from the fiber cord whip.

With a set of weapons fashioned the pair left the room. Hector moved behind Korvis; the lack of armor ensured he had to be careful.

The pair moved through the Casino taking down dozens of sentients in Plagueis garb.

The duo arrived at the hangar and moved to one of the LAAT/I transports used to transport Plagueis troops. Korvis provided cover fire with his Westar pistol, sending blaster bolts at the Plagueis forces.

Hector made use of his Hydrospanner and mechanical expertise to Hotwire the vehicle. While he couldn’t slice the software he was able to manually gain access through the hardware of the vehicle.

The duo settled into the pilot and copilot seat before lifting off into the air. Once they cleared the atmosphere the communications jamming stopped, they had left the range of the blackout. Korvis flew the ship towards the Concordia, while Hector transmitted their IFF to the flagship so they would not be shot down by friendly forces.

Mandalorian painted X wings clashed with various Tie craft in Plagueis colors. 2 squadrons of Mandalorian Star Vipers emerged from hyperspace. One reinforced the X wings while the other escorted the LAAT/I back to the Concordia.

The duo exited their ship in the hangar.

“Allow me to reclaim my armor, then we have a battle to win.” Hector proclaimed.

Cuddling with fur
Man’s best friend ever with me
Home among my pack

Hector Von Ricmore
Canto Bight, Cantonica

Cantonica was a wonderful world. A haven to those who would seek to indulge their vices. Gambling, drinking, spice and sex could all be found if you knew where to look.
Hector Von Ricmore knew where to look and was there to indulge. He had spent the last several hours losing money on sabacc and other card games, Corellian whiskey in hand and a smile on his face. It wasn’t solely about winning. The exhilaration came from the possibility and the joy of actually doing so.

The conflicts the Brotherhood faced were more than enough to fill Von’s pockets. Crafting weapons and armor and making repairs and parts for the Vehicles the organization employed was extremely lucrative. As such he had no issue losing a few thousand credits here or there. Staying in good favor with Canto Bight was far more important. The city offered many opportunities of the illegal variety. It was for that reason that Hector Von Ricmore was present in the city.

The human had taken his role as Deathwatch Quaestor very seriously, actively working to aid in building the infrastructure of Clan Vizsla. His recent designs included the Kast War Forge and Ion Pulse-Cannon.

Von had learned from the invasion by the Children of Mortis. He observed how powerful trained and augmented creatures could be for a militarized force. Such a tactic should be utilized for the betterment of Clan Vizsla.

The creature needed to be powerful and also serve as a symbol. While researching the potential choices he remembered the existence of the Arx Wolf. The wolf could serve as a symbol of the Brotherhood and there was a variant tied to Clan Arcona. But the creature wasn’t large enough for what the Mandalorian had in mind. He pictured heavy fast moving cavalry, Vizsla warriors mounted on giant wolves crushing the enemy before them.

Von carried a briefcase given to him by the Collegium of Science. The briefcase contained the genetic information of the Arx wolf, as well as payment from Clan Vizsla.

His contact was an Arkanian geneticist named Yuna Nal. A tall woman of exquisite beauty, no doubt unnaturally created from the species' preferred genetic engineering. The Mandalorian arrived at her table and introduced himself.

“Ms. Nal, I am Hector Von Ricmore. I have a proposition for you.”

The Arkanian quirked an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Let us hear it Mr. Ricmore.”

“I have here a briefcase containing the DNA of a creature known as the Arx Wolf. I desire for the DNA to be modified to produce creatures the size of the fabled Loth Wolf which are capable of being tamed and utilized as mounts. Any increased intelligence you can impart while also doing so will be well rewarded.”

Yuna Nal rested her chin on her hands. “And what would you be willing to pay for such a task? Genetic manipulation is not an inexpensive process.”

Von nodded his head. “In addition to the DNA you will find the first of your payment in the briefcase. Beskar Ingots and Serassian Iron. Both expensive metals that can fetch quite a price. Further payment can be negotiated in the form of a contract, as long as you continue to provide the creatures.”

Yuna Nal pondered the offer. “I believe this is agreeable.” She slid a small pice of flimsiplast forward. “You can contact me on this comm frequency. I’ll trust that we will be in touch.”

“Of course. We will speak soon.” Von stated as he left the table.

Before he left the city he figured he would use the lavatory. Entering the restroom his eyes observed The Consuls of the Brotherhood talking in a hushed tone.

“I’m not getting involved in this.” Von proclaimed as he left the bathroom and walked towards his shuttle.