THE PATHOLOGY OF CHAOS
Wayward Son - Chapter 1
The tactical holomap of Coruscant's lower sectors was a sea of crimson, not for the Empire's colors, but for the spreading contagion of the Sith Covenant's System Shock. From the bridge of a Hellions picket ship, the destruction looked less like a conquest and more like a dissection. The Sith were not merely hitting military targets; they were shredding the social fabric, the trade registries, and the very concept of civilian safety.
Kesh Hevro stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his uniform crisp despite the soot-choked atmosphere visible through the transparisteel. Beside him, an associate, a Vitric Holding envoy masquerading as Hex Inc. engineer, watching a feed of a Sith marauder leveling a corporate transit hub.
"They aren't even securing the perimeter," the associate remarked, his voice tight with professional disdain. "They're just... burning. There is no plan for the survivors, no infrastructure for the aftermath. It's madness."
"It is the nature of the forcies, it is in their blood," Kesh replied, his voice a cold, level contrast to the explosions on the screen. "The Sith are mindless behemoths that will consume itself for the sake of destruction. They are the ultimate expression of idealism without enforcement, a fire that believes its own heat is enough to sustain."
Kesh moved a holographic marker over a maximum-security prison near the burning Imperial Security Bureau. "Our mission remains unchanged."
"The Council is worried the fire will spread to the Mara Corridor," the associate admitted.
"Let it," Kesh said, turning from the viewport. "Let the galaxy see what happens when freedom and democracy meet the mindless onslaught of the Sith. When the smoke clears, the worlds left behind will realize that order is not tyranny; it is mercy."
Kesh Hevro stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his uniform crisp despite the soot-choked atmosphere visible through the transparisteel. Beside him, an associate, a Vitric Holding envoy masquerading as Hex Inc. engineer, watching a feed of a Sith marauder leveling a corporate transit hub.
"They aren't even securing the perimeter," the associate remarked, his voice tight with professional disdain. "They're just... burning. There is no plan for the survivors, no infrastructure for the aftermath. It's madness."
"It is the nature of the forcies, it is in their blood," Kesh replied, his voice a cold, level contrast to the explosions on the screen. "The Sith are mindless behemoths that will consume itself for the sake of destruction. They are the ultimate expression of idealism without enforcement, a fire that believes its own heat is enough to sustain."
Kesh moved a holographic marker over a maximum-security prison near the burning Imperial Security Bureau. "Our mission remains unchanged."
"The Council is worried the fire will spread to the Mara Corridor," the associate admitted.
"Let it," Kesh said, turning from the viewport. "Let the galaxy see what happens when freedom and democracy meet the mindless onslaught of the Sith. When the smoke clears, the worlds left behind will realize that order is not tyranny; it is mercy."
