A Summit of Governments: Aftermath [Open]

[Darth Ferus]

One more headbutt should do it. Blood soaked the older Zabrak's vision, but he could see an ending to this madness. He pulled back his head one final time, only to feel sudden release on both his axe and his mechanical hand. And then a boot. The armored boot smacked him dead in the chest, forcing him to stumble backwards as he felt something crack. His crushed metal hand pressed some to his chest.

He had to keep his focus on his footing as [member="Darth Centax"] gripped his ankle. Unable to lurch forward to renew the assault. And heard rather surprising news. He stared blankly beneath the coating of blood, his axe slowly settling down by his side. Now that he wasn't being forced between life and death, he reached out, trying to find Darth Ayra.

And found nothing.

".. Then why fight, boy. You have no purpose here any longer. Take your leave."

 

[Darth Centax]

Eyes boring into Krest, the words breaking upon cold calm. Rise and fall of the armored chest bringing in fresh energy. There was only conflict. Those who understood that, and those that were fuel for the fire.

Danger. Shimmers all around him, six to be precise were uncloaking. The second team of clones. All raised their weapons to point at Krest. Centax watched him, to see if there was fear. He soon raised his hand and they lowered their guns. The temple in the background looked smaller in his eyes. The Jedi weaker than ever. There was only one worthy of his notice.

He detached the upper part of his suit, the helmet wrecked and battered, throwing it into the blackened earth. The red face of the Zeltron, yellow eyes and black force scars covered in his own blood looked back. So Krest would remember it next time, for when he had a different target. The burned crushgaunt tensed and relaxed, half working, half not. He had business on the planet. These Jedi and the others cowering inside needed a reminder.

“Old man,” he nodded, and the seven of them turned to leave, a pained walk, but it didn’t falter. Someone handed him a stealth field and they disappeared into the ruined, black and smoking trees. Directive 15 needed enacting across Alderaan. The One Sith had work to do.

Somewhere in the area, the sithwatch bomb that had been set earlier as a distraction finally exploded, causing noise and a few minor casualties rather than damage. It gave the stealth troopers their distraction, and they walked from the temple grounds at a casual pace, with just a few more unfortunates killed in the grounds on their leisurely trip. Centax stretched the bleeding arm, covering it in a bacta patch, the old man was a good warmup.

[member="Krest"]​

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Fantastic thread, thanks to you all.