The Crimson Path hung in high orbit over Binaros. The light grey hull gleamed with fresh battle scars; courtesy of the drifting hulks of broken vessels littering the darkness of space around them. Binaros was not a heavily populated world, but like all civilized planets in former Confederate space, the need for protection had sparked a militarization. The largest vessel of the 'fleet' had been a Nebulon class frigate; torn apart in the first salvo from the Crimson Path's weapons. The other vessels had faired little better; the only true threat coming from a mercenary band of starfighter pilots. The time table for the invasion had been delayed by nearly an hour by their determined efforts, but like all those who stood against the Sith, the inevitable tide of the Dark Side won.
Standing on the bridge of the Sith Praxeum ship, Darth Megarea, self styled Dark Lady of the Sith, idly tapped her gloved fingers on the throne of her command chair. Situated on a dais raised above the rest of the command bridge, Megarea was able to observe each station with a critical eye. The officers, those who had survived the Battle for Malagarr, worked with a cool eagerness to their actions. Many of them were devoted followers of the High Sith ideology, though they themselves would never be able to claim the mantle of Sith. They believed in the future Megarea had promised them all, and they viewed the current invasion as just one more step on the path.
"My Lady." The calm voice of Commander Taurus drew Megarea's attention away from the green jewel hanging in space before the transparisteel viewport. An older man, his hair streaked with grey, bowed his head slightly as the gaze of his master fell on him. A devoted follower among fanatics, Megarea had left much of the planning for the invasion up to Taurus. "Dar'ashra elements have begun to depart the Crimson Path for the surface of Binaros. Anti air fire is limited, and bomber patrols are vectoring in to reported strong points as we speak. Most resistance seems to be centered around a pyramid structure in the northern hemisphere. We suspect their local leadership was withdrawn there." Nodding, Megarea was about to rise from the throne when Taurus cleared his throat, clearly not finished.
"As well, my Lady, a vessel has docked with the Crimson Path. They request an audience." Frowning, Megarea extended her senses through the Force momentarily, before a smile crept across her face. "Send word to our guest that they are most welcome here." Megarea's words were warm with amusement as she rose from the throne, the cloak about her shoulders shifting from the action. "And extended an invitation for them to join me as I go to the surface below."
Irinixia
Alina Tremiru
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