From the Memoirs of Jaris Mourne
General – Revan’s Hand
We were the elite of the elite. By His side we took worlds. We were our own machine. Allied with no one, and bound by no one’s bureaucracy. Efficient. Uncompromising. Resplendent.
History knows us by many names; Revanchist, Black Nova Lance, Revan’s Hand. Legendary special forces units, we were one as The Republic Mercy Corps. Armies often fell at the mention of our arrival. When the enemy chose to fight, the survivors wished they had fled. In the early days of the war, we still knew mercy.
Then He betrayed us. Eighty percent of The Corps lost in one violent moment, burned into our souls. As thousands of our brothers withdrew from the horror of Malachor V and fled to Alderaan, we followed Him into the abyss. The elite of the elite, now standing at just two hundred soldiers. Blood thirsty. Glory hungry. Unstoppable.
For two years we fought without purpose, except for His hate. Our unit of two hundred strong took on battalions of thousands. No longer the proud, autonomous unit that fought for the unison of known civilization. We were His puppets, and Revan who we once revered, a careless master.
Farther He fell, and we marched into the darkness with Him. The hive mind swept away any semblance of humanity left in us. All we knew was blackness and despair. Time meant nothing. Life meant nothing. We existed for Revan and the glory of serving him. Then one day, He was gone.
Without purpose, without direction, we were lost. We considered reuniting with our brothers, the newly established Republic Mercy Corps, who had taken refuge years ago on Alderaan. Haunted by unspeakable acts, and living with the shame of following Revan and betraying ourselves, quickly extinguished any thoughts of seeking out our old comrades. The once mighty elite of the elite, were nothing more than a leaderless, directionless, mercenary unit. Without home, without cause, without purpose.
I have failed my men. I have failed my father, Pagarus Mourne. I have alienated my brother Maric and broken the heart of my sister Solara. Lost the faith, trust, and more importantly a friend and mentor in General Jonah Aheda. I have lost everything.
I will seek redemption through revolution. We must infiltrate the Emperor’s misguided ranks and tear the heart of the Empire from it’s chest. In this way we will rise from the ashes of our disgraced past. In this way we will honor Revan’s true self. I must seek others to join the cause. The Imperial Mercenary Corps will rise.
Jaris Mourne – General of Revan’s Hand

The Birth of The Imperial Mercenary Corps
Revan’s manipulation of the Republic Mercy Corps and abandonment of those who followed him after his fall was not enough to destroy the bond between the men and women of The Corps. The last act of Jaris Mourne, Lead General of the Revan’s Hand Guard, was to establish The Imperial Mercenary Corps under the nose of the Emperor on a small moon not far from the Heart of the Empire, Dromund Kaas.
Assembling as many of the two hundred soldiers he could convince to follow him, General Mourne took exile on a barely inhabitable moon encircling the barren planet of Dromund Tyne. There they hid, organizing and gaining strength and confidence, all the while trying to get in contact with the R.M.C. now 5000 plus on Alderaan. Just as old wounds began to heal, and the horrors of Malachor V and visions of genocide were becoming numbed memories, news of Revan’s redemption and return to the Light awakened a flame in their souls. Emboldened by thie news that their true Master might return, but seeing the workings of the Sith army’s still present, the elite of the elite began to infiltrate themselves into imperial life as soldiers, medics, operatives and, in some extreme examples, trainees at the Sith Academy. When the Imperial army returned, and the Great Galactic war began, these members of the I.M.C. reconnected with the R.M.C, and acted as spies inside the Imperial army. This came at great cost as many were outed and killed. But the order survived, and a small number still maintaining their illusions inside the Imperial army, sneaking secrets out to the R.M.C.
The I.M.C. is not the bastion of hope and courage that the R.M.C. is known for, It is no secret that the horrors of war have irreparably twisted the minds of some of the I.M.C’s best soldiers. Furthermore, being in the shadow of Revan as he drank raw power, as well as being exposed to the unsurpassed darkness of his sorcery, awakened a blackness that many men and women fight to subvert. Still bonded by brotherhood, they keep their true calling secret. These soldiers are bound by honor to their brethren in the I.M.C. but are in constant struggle to not to succumb to the will and hand of the Emperor.
More to come…