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Sons of the Crimson Dawn / SCD

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Dead men tell no tales…



History

Sons of the Crimson Dawn.

Orion a world on the fringes of UEE space was once home to the Sons of the Crimson Dawn. Now there is nothing left thanks to the Vanduul. The SCD was formerly known as Squadron 29 of the 3rd Fleet of the United Earth Empire whose assignment was to protect Orion from any threat entering the system. Before the abandonment of Orion under the Command of Admiral Marcus Loseas the SCD fought their last battle under the name Squadron 29. During this time Colonel “Wreck” Loseas son of Marcus was with a scouting force from Squadron 29 tasked to seek out and prevent any Vanduul secondary attacks. The main battle did not last very long with high casualties on both sides. Admiral Loseas and his forces were outnumbered and they would have suffered total defeat except for the desperate action of the returning scout force spearheaded by Colonel “Wreck” who is said to have flown his damaged ship right into the Vanduul Command ship. This action Lead the Vanduul forces into disarray and gave the remains of Squadron 29 a chance to leave the system and regroup. Knowing the UEE would not send reinforcements and that any survivors of Orion would be hunted like livestock the remains of squadron 29 left UEE space and entered a prolonged and deathly silent exile. Throughout the UEE rumours were spread of the defeat and destruction of Squadron 29. Admiral Loseas was found dead on the bridge of his command ship which had been boarded by the Vanduul and his son assumed dead after his heroic action at the end of the battle. In 2940 a Banu Merchantman ship sent out a distress call warning that they were being attacked by Vanduul Raiders. With no response from either UEE forces or from their own species the Banu Commander prepared for the inevitable. As the Banu ship descended into eerie silence in anticipation of what seemed unescapable a chorus of voices came through on the comlink, an unnerving and bone chilling battle hymn…

“We fight for the reclamation of our lives”
“For we are already dead”
“We fight so that we may be reborn”
“And feel the sunrise overhead”
“We are the Sons of the Crimson Dawn!” p=.

The new force engaged the Vanduul and was able to defeat them, destroying most and driving off the rest. At the command of this new force was the presumed dead Colonel Wreck the son of Squadron 29’s former Admiral. When Colonel Wreck and his crew boarded the Banu ship they came across the Banu commander mortally wounded. They did everything they could to save him but it was too late. The Banu commander requested that Wreck and his forces take his ship as a gift for their attempted rescue but in return he demanded one thing, the destruction of the Vanduul. The Commander died before Colonel Wreck could give his answer and the Sons of the Crimson Dawns intentions are still a mystery to many. Following the battle the remaining Banu crew spent time with the SCD teaching them how to fly the ship which now serves as a foreboding sign for any who see it on their radar.

As months went on the UEE had sightings of a new fleet organization working between UEE and Banu space lead by a Banu Merchantman flagship and protected by UEE ships baring modified navy squadron markings along with the engraving of a red dragon. Eventually contact was made and the realization that the remnants of Squadron 29 were not destroyed but alive under a new name became a hotly spoken about topic among the military leaders of the UEE.

None quite knew what to expect or for what purpose Squadron 29 still operated. All that is certain is that any who see the Banu flagship on radar take a wide berth lest they hear the now infamous battle hymn.

We are the Sons of the Crimson Dawn!

Manifesto

Si vis pacem, para bellum.

Charter

There is no hunting like the hunting of man,
and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it,
never care for anything else thereafter.

-Ernest Hemingway