Concordia
The integration of the Red Moon Clan and the Black Flame Clan proceeded smoothly thanks to Omega.
Each clan would continue administering its own territory as it always had.
For the time being, we would not announce the creation of House Fen’ruus to the other clans of Concordia or Mandalore.
The civil war on the main planet was in full swing, and according to the clan’s intelligence network, no one was paying attention to Concordia—for now.
The Red Moon Clan would be responsible for the new intelligence network we planned to establish, not only for Mandalore but for the entire galaxy.
It would be a long-term project, but its benefits would place us one step ahead of our enemies.
Meanwhile, thanks to the capabilities of the Black Flame Clan, we would pursue the creation of more advanced droid factories, improvements to our equipment, and other technological developments.
With their integration, the medical clinic project would advance much faster, providing another source of income that would inject capital into our House for the creation and research of new projects.
One week after the clans joined us, we began preparations for the war ahead.
For the moment, none of the clans affiliated with House Vizsla had realized our intentions.
Our spies brought important news: approximately thirty percent of their troops had been transferred to Mandalore.
Apparently, they were preparing for a major offensive.
We had to seize this opportunity to take control of Concordia.
We organized a meeting with all the leaders of our vassal clans to begin planning the campaign, including logistical supplies and military resources.
The attack would take place in approximately one week—enough time to complete our battalion of droids (512 units).
Although they would still outnumber us, we had to remember that while Mandalorians were great warriors, not all of them could truly claim that title.
Of the 3,500 and 6,300 soldiers belonging to the Black Axe and Vask Clans respectively, not all were elite troops, nor did they possess full beskar armor.
According to intelligence reports, only one percent represented a genuine threat to our Fierce Fangs.
The remaining ninety-nine percent were novice warriors equipped with simple alloy armor, primarily tasked with supervising slaves and protecting the mines—their main source of wealth.
According to Omega’s analysis, each of our droids was equivalent to between three and five of these inexperienced warriors.
Our greatest advantage lay in our fleet: Kom’rk-class fighters and modified light gunships.
This was the greatest secret we had managed to conceal.
Although they suspected our company, Stellar Origins, they never imagined that our own ships were the ones transporting the merchandise.
The fighters were equipped with systems capable of evading radar detection, and once inside our territory, they became virtually invisible to outside observers.
Both enemy clans, confident in their numerical superiority, lacked a strong defense against aerial assaults.
While they possessed their own fighters and transport vessels, after the recent mobilization they retained only five Kom’rk fighters.
The rest were mining or cargo ships.
Our strategy would be simple:
A lightning strike.
We would eliminate the Black Axe Clan first, as it possessed fewer troops, and then turn our attention toward Clan Vask.
Our ships would carry out a precise strike against their leadership while our droids and warriors launched a frontal assault as a distraction.
Once their leaders were eliminated, conquest would become far easier.
We still lacked assault tanks and armored vehicles.
One Week Later…War Room
I stood inside a special chamber alongside the leaders of both vassal clans, my mother, my aunt, and Omega.
Projected above a large table was a geographical map and detailed layout of the city occupied by the Black Axe Clan.
Omega began the briefing:
“According to my analysis of our forces, the enemy forces, and all possible variables, I have arrived at the following strategy, Masters.”
“We currently possess 2,000 warriors from our vassal clans, who will remain under the command of their respective leaders. They will be divided into two armies of 1,000.”
“The leader of the Black Flame Clan will attack the western gate, while the leader of the Red Moon Clan will assault the eastern gate. Their mission will be to seize and hold those positions.”
“Meanwhile, Lady Fela will command the F1 droids and eighty percent of Clan Fen’ruus’ warriors in an assault against the main gate.”
“Her objective will be the same: capture the position and defend it.”
“It is highly probable that reinforcements from Clan Vask will arrive quickly aboard their ships. Therefore, we will utilize the Black Axe Clan’s own defenses to resist and surprise them.”
“Meanwhile, Master Azmar will lead an elite strike force composed of Dark Wolf Guardians, using combat ships to attack the enemy command center and eliminate their leaders.”
Everyone agreed with Omega’s strategy.
Tomorrow, the conquest of Concordia would begin.
We would destroy the vassal clans of House Vizsla.
Why not subjugate them?
The answer was simple: they were fanatics of war.
And why had they never attacked us?
Because they considered us insignificant.
A mistake.
Tomorrow, they would pay for it.
I would take Ragnar with me aboard the ship.
He would be a tremendous advantage.
The warriors accompanying me were the best of the best.
Efi’s mother would bring her wolf, once one-eyed and now fully recovered thanks to the bloodline enhancement.
The scar remained, however, making him even more intimidating.
His size…
Comparable to that of a bison.
I wanted to see the reaction of our enemies.
Over the last four years, the bloodline enhancement had been applied to thirty percent of the Fen Wolves.
All of their physical attributes had doubled: strength, endurance, and agility.
My mother’s wolf had developed a special ability.
It could harden and sharpen its claws to the point of piercing ten centimeters of solid metal.
The Next Day…
Everyone was ready.
I stood inside the hangar beside Ragnar, waiting for my mother’s order.
Behind me, rows of warriors stood in formation.
We would use two combat ships.
Ten people per vessel.
Some would bring their wolves.
The ships had been modified to accommodate them.
My mother arrived riding her wolf.
The beast lowered itself slightly so she could dismount.
“Son, today you will bear a great responsibility. The enemy’s swift surrender and the reduction of our casualties will depend on you. I trust you.”
“I will do it, Mother. I will carry out my mission with precision. Together with my fellow warriors, we will destroy our enemies.”
I stepped forward.
“Warriors! Our destiny lies in our own hands!”
“And we shall forge it to our advantage!”
“Let destiny be!”
“Let destiny be!”
“Let destiny be!”
Basic Organization of the Fen’ruus Clan Droid Army
8 droids = 1 Squad
32 droids = 1 Platoon
128 droids = 1 Company
512 droids = 1 Battalion
2,048 droids = 1 Regiment
8,192 droids = 1 Brigade
16,000–20,000 droids = 1 Division
Several divisions (5–10) form an Army Corps, consisting of approximately 100,000 to 300,000 droids.
Several corps (3–5) form a full invasion army, capable of exceeding one million units.
Within this structure, F1 droids make up the majority of the infantry, while F2 droids and other specialized units reinforce the higher formations.
Strategic command is entrusted to F0 Tactical Droids, which coordinate large-scale military operations.