Calling the Exterminator

[Dravis Rosilla]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=heuveUxnLkA&list=PLA1F463C118268DAF&index=2​

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KOBOTH​

SMALL VILLAGE​

Koboth, by all appearances, wasn't all that impressive. From space, the planet held a rust-brown color, half-covered by cerulean seas. Dravis wasn't here to criticize the aesthetic of the planet, however. He was here to carve out a chunk for his queen.

Dravis felt a bit of pride as he stared out the viewport of the Matriarch-class Geonosian Transport, crossing his arms over his light chestplate. He had already chosen his first battle, an outlying town, isolated enough that none would miss it. He had chosen his army, the Second Guard, a horde of well-trained Geonosian warriors, more than enough to massacre the section of the planet he was to burn through. He had his own guard of Saber elites, armed with lightlazzes and complete loyalty to their acting general.

It would be an understatement to say the Sith was feeling confident.

"Prepare the shuttles and fighter escorts for launch." The Bith turned quickly, speaking to no one in particular, knowing his words would be heard. "I want communications of that township blocked as soon as the shuttles break the atmosphere. I'll join the battle shortly."

Geonosians nodded and chittered, communicating and preparing.

Dravis gazed out the viewport, tracing the paths of his ships until they were out of sight. The Bith turned on his heel, and walked nonchalantly down to the hangar bay.

Each piece of this board would be his to command. Even the enemy's.

If he had anything to say about it.

- [member="Gisela the Righteous"] -

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


Joost suddenly caught up with Dravis, but not to surprise or frighten him. From another corridor, Joost casually joined Dravis as they walked. His wings fluttered slightly, <"you've been accepted by the Queen, I see,"> A small probe droid followed them, translating the Geonosian language for Dravis in speech. Joost didn't look over at Dravis for a response, just acting natural as he spoke, not requiring any kind of response since he knew Dravis was going to war. Joost was bandaged up a little, but Joost couldn't care less about any wounds or pain. His Command Staff pitting the metal floor, making some light clanking sounds with the bone it was made from. <"You know what this means, don't you?"> It should be no surprise, even though Gisela asked Joost to leave, he still knew what they had talked about. He knew it from the beginning, that Dravis was not only useful, but important. To everyone. <"You've got the entire species against you, it's a lot of responsibility for them all to accept you. I need not mention you have the support of my armies, but I want you to know you have my support.">

Just before they entered the Hangar, Joost stopped and pitted the command staff into the floor. He respected Dravis, quite a lot. He only hope Dravis respected him, as well, holding the staff, at the very least. Joost not only risked his life with meeting the man every time for his Queen, but he was also the only one with the gall to tell him to feth off. Although, he felt any of their unkind words would ultimately be them teasing each other, becoming friendly, acting strong and masculine in their positions. <"Prove yourself, Dravis,"> the droid and Joost called out to Dravis, <"prove your loyalty, prove your strength."> Joost finished, turning around back down the corridor, <"the Galaxy knows... we're all watching"> the droid did not translate, as it was almost a mumble by Joost. He was referencing not only the Geonosians who waited for Dravis, but those who would be the enemies of Dravis and Gisela.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

As Dravis strolled through the Geonosian ship, admiring the swooping, flowing design, he was joined by Joost, and his translator probe. He nodded to the man, not breaking nor slowing his stride. When Joost began his clicking and cawing, Dravis listened, shifting his attention to the droid that spoke for him.

The Bith spoke up when Joost gave his support. "And I thank you for it. This political landscape I have found myself in is more complicated than I first realized." He shrugged, his skinny shoulders bobbing with little effort. "I'm used to these sorts of situations by now. The Dark Side of the galaxy is full of those lusting for power; this is why I've constantly avoided meetings with others of my kind. But with the support of Gisela, and hopefully more queens to come, I find myself wanting to take part in the mad power grabs of the Sith." Dravis let a finger linger next to his mouth, tracing a line on his chin. "But then again, that would be a pointless war for a pointless cause."

Dravis continued to listen as Joost beckoned him to prove himself, and muttered something under his breath. Dravis kept his face calm, trying to hide his sly smirk, as he spoke back to the Archduke, in near-perfect Geonosian.

"<I will prove myself. And the whole galaxy will see it.>"

Perhaps he had taken a few secret lessons in the language. Perhaps he had studied it restlessly. Perhaps he used it to secretly make sure his soldiers were loyal. Perhaps.

They had made it to the hangar. Dravis went for his ship, a sleek Devourer-class Interceptor, a gift from a Sith ally, and hopped into the cockpit with seemingly no effort. With a slight smile, and a single bob of his head, the Bith rocketed out of the ship, into the inky blackness of space.

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Dravis landed planet-side swiftly, his fighter impacting softly with the slightly-sandy earth. He stepped out of the Interceptor, letting his black eyes survey the carnage. The Kobok had not expected the sudden attack, and it showed. The town was all but ashes, a smoldering mess of destroyed buildings, and slowly-dying bodies. Some were Geonosian, but they were severely outnumbered by the amount of Kobok corpses. The Second Guard had done their job.

As Dravis was musing, he felt a flare in the Force. Moving quickly, he activated his new lightsaber, sending a sheen of dark crimson across the area. He brought it up just in time, as a smattering of blaster fire sprayed at him. Dravis took a thin Makashi stance, letting the bolts fly past him, having to deflect one to the side. The Kobok warrior holding the smoking blaster rifle gasped slightly, a cracking, insectoid sound. Dravis rushed forward, and cut the thing, shoulder-to-hip.

Dravis let a moment of success wash over him, his eyes softening briefly before crystallizing again into spheres of shadowy energy.

He held his hand to his earpiece, communicating with the leaders of the Second Guard. "Secure the area, make sure we haven't missed any survivors. Then return to my coordinates."

It truly felt good to command.

- [member="Gisela the Righteous"] -

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

Gisela couldn't move to look out a viewport, but she was getting all she needed to know from reports from her fellow Geonosians. She curled a smile, <"When there is a suitable place to land, and when Dravis gives the call, begin landing the rest of the Geonosians, then... let's start digging some hives on Koboth, yes?"> Gisela had the feeling of power the Empire had in its earliest days, and she wanted to keep that power. She wouldn't be selfish, she would willingly share it, but she didn't want to lose it. She didn't want to become stupid and arrogant, wiping out entire species, putting collars on the galactic populace, or strangling resources and life out of the common individual. Her Geonosians would make her resources, make her ships, and increase her power. And she had found the perfect asset to call a friend. He had lifted her so high... she barely needed to lift a finger.

<"Send a transport or two towards other areas of the planet, I want them to be surrounded on all sides, no reinforcements attacking my precious Dravis, alright?"> Her new home... awaits.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis looked on contentedly as the Second Guard slowly filed back towards the destroyed town, miles and miles away from any other major civilization. He had to dispatch a few Kobok foolish enough to try their luck against the Sith. They were defending their home, true, but in a way, the Geonosians were defending their new home.

There was no moral dilemma in Dravis' distant eyes.

The Bith, flanked by his Saber Elites, was informed by a lieutenant of the Second Guard that a few of Gisela's shuttles had landed around the major conflict, ensuring their backs were protected. He could only smile, glad that this invasion was going perfectly in their favor.

"Send out patrols, make sure the area is secure." Dravis wrapped his cloak around himself, shielding his body from the sudden gush of wind and sand. "And contact the transport. They may begin the building process." Dravis walked a ways away, simply observing a burnt building. Decently technological, but it held naught a candle to the sprawling spires of Coruscant.

Dravis felt a pang of guilt as he thought about his home, and the family he left behind to pursue the path of the Dark Side. His brothers and sisters...

He couldn't let himself think about that now. Not on the eve of his first great victory.

He would have to see them soon. Try to explain everything.

"And," he added, turning back to the lieutenant, "... If you would be so kind as to alert a worker to procure me something alcoholic, that would be lovely."

- [member="Gisela the Righteous"] -

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

- A FEW HOURS LATER -​

The Geonosian transport had landed, disgorging its scores of Geonosian workers, to begin construction on a new hive, but Dravis didn't concern himself with overseeing workers build. There were other workers for that. No, he had to train the troops. His troops.

He didn't consider his Saber Elites his yet. They were still Gisela's; that was to say, they still fought in the style the hive taught them. Dravis may have influenced their growth with the introduction of an outside factor, being Frist, but they still had a long ways to go before Dravis wanted them anywhere near a real battle.

Dravis stood calmly, sipping something fruity, while he oversaw a mock battle between his elites. They spun in the air, performing acrobatic miracles, bonking each other with blunt sticks instead of their lightlazzes. Dravis could tell that some where more experienced than others, and kept an eye on the best of them, making mental notes.

Mental corrections.

"Okay, I've seen enough." Dravis clapped, urging the Geonosians to the ground. One chittered, confusion in it's features. "Your style is powerful, and elegant, yes, but it leaves plenty to be desired. You," he said, pointing to one of the better warriors of the bunch. "You and I are going to duel."

The Geonosian clicked, unsure whether to be excited or terrified. Dravis reached to his belt, and pulled both his lightsaber, and his shock whip. He activated both immediately, the blue electricity and red blade coagulating into a purple sheen. The others stepped back, unsure what was about to happen. The Elite drew his own lightlazz, and activated it.

Dravis cracked his whip, holding his lightsaber ahead of him, in a Makashi salute. The Geonosian did the same.

Neither moved for a tense second.

Suddenly, the Geonosian took to the air, attempting to buzz over the Bith and swipe. Dravis blocked deftly, keeping his center of gravity low. The Elite landed swiftly, and turned, slashing over the Sith's head. Drav ducked back, not yet comfortable with attacking. The Elite seemed to gain some confidence at Dravis' hesitation, and charged forward, going into a flurry of tight stabs and slashes.

Not bad, Dravis thought to himself, eagerly batting the strikes away with his red blade, still on the defensive.

Then, what he was waiting for happened.

The Geonosian took a misstep.

It was only one foot, splayed to one side too far. Dravis took the opportunity to clash into the Geonosian's blade with his own, and activate the weakest setting on his shock whip, lashing it low. The Geonosian tried to fly away, but Dravis' raised lightsaber kept it down. The cord wrapped around the bug's ankle, and delivered a weak spark. The Elite yelped, falling back.

Drav deactivated his saber, using the force to coil his whip back into it's hilt. He returned both weapons to his belt, and smiled. "You all have a lot of work to do. Think fast, not strong. With a lightsaber, all you need is one opening to exploit. Some may try to break down defenses. Why do that, when you can fly over them?" The Bith smiled, returning to his drink. "If you can find this opening in every fight, you will not lose."

Drav was startled by a Geonosian's voice behind him. He listened, then frowned.

"It looks like we all might be getting a bit more... hands-on training today."

- [member="Gisela the Righteous"] -

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

A group of Kobok was proving to be a bit more trouble than Dravis had anticipated.

They had holed up in an apartment complex, in a semi-destroyed section of the city. Dravis had inquired about an orbital bombardment, but the Geonosian fleet had not yet arrived in full, and apparently the bottom-crawlers had taken a whole squad hostage.

The exact mission the Saber Elites were being trained for.

Dravis surveyed the building, dark eyes appearing even darker. He wasn't sure if his men were ready for such a task, but he was willing to give it a go. He turned to his squad, a group of ten Saber Elites. "This is a delicate operation." He looked pointedly at them, daring the warriors to say otherwise. "They're in close spaces, so that means less flying, and more finesse."

The Bith looked back at the building, extending his senses into the building. He searched all along the structure, finally pinpointing a collection of life.

"Basement level," he said, his eyes distant. "Over twenty enemies. Call your shots."

Dravis walked easily forward, flanked by his Elites, and filed into the building.

- [member="Gisela the Righteous"] -

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Checking and clearing was slow, even by Dravis' patient standards. They had to stop at each door along their route, break it down, and flood into the area, unsure whether it was the last doorway they would ever enter. It was unnerving, yet also systematically boring.

Finally, they made it to where Dravis had sensed the collection of life, a set of grand doors, as if it led to an impressive ballroom. Dravis nodded to his men, and stared at the wooden surface. He debated how he wanted to get through it, finally turning to the Elites again. "On my mark, we activate sabers, cut through this door, and scatter." The Bith pointed out a group of his men, speaking in a hushed tone. "You three, stay behind a beat, identify enemy positions, and go for them."

The Geonosians nodded, seemingly understanding his words. "Three..."

The soldiers readied their lightlazzes, taken up at various positions along the wooden door. Dravis readied his own weapon, a simply-designed lightsaber, at the very center of the door. He could hear the chittering behind the door, of nervous voices.

Of dead men.

"Two..." The tension in the air was palpable.

"One..."

"Mark!"

- [member="Gisela the Righteous"] -

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


While Dravis was busy fighting the smaller bands left, still proving quite relentless, Gisela gave the order for all transports to descend. They would immediately begin digging into the planet to create quick Hives. "Send a comm to Dravis. Capture some if that's alright. They would prove useful as drones for our army, our home defense. If he doesn't want to, I won't argue. This is his command." Gisela smiled as she watched a holopanel of the fight from orbit, slowly descending. Other transports already digging, as hordes of Geonosians poured out as the third and final wave of death and destruction, quickly overwhelming the Koboks and catching up with Dravis. Kobok was our new home. With the Geonosian work force, they'd have shipyards and Hives in no time. Their armies were already prepared, some more experienced than others. Gisela was Queen of the Geonosians, Queen of geonosis and Koboth, Queen of Geonosian Industries, she had everything, but she wanted more. And she wanted to willingly share that power, equally, with Dravis. No one else would have helped her out this much, risked their life and property, and someone of such power... kneeling to Gisela herself. She trusted him, as much as Joost. She just hoped it wouldn't end badly.

"Send one more transmission to Dravis. Once the planet is quiet, he may leave, and take the Second Regiment and the Geonosian Elites with him. Give him a few more Regiments, and a Transport to transport them all in. He can do with them as he wishes." Of course, the transport wouldn't have a Queen, but he was just given more than a few thousand troops. "If he wishes to speak before he leaves, he may meet me. But if he has business to attend to, give him space. I'm beginning to admire this Sith."

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

"Mark!"

Dravis let his lightsaber spring into life, the crisp red blade piecing straight through the wood. The ripping sounds of lightlazzes erupted around him, doing similar things to the edges of the large slab of wood. Surprised voices could be heard from the other side, and Drav smiled.

They were scared. Perfect.

The door fell with a heavy thud, and blaster fire greeted Dravis and his troupe of Elites from the other side. The Geonosians scattered as they were told, flying in all different directions, quick and unpredictable. As Dravis suspected, this confused the Kobok so much, they forgot to look ahead of them, to see Dravis and his three backup Elites march into the room. They closed the distance quickly, and the Geonosian Elites flying around converged from all sides on the resistance.

Needless to say, it was a one-sided fight. Dravis was thoroughly unimpressed.

He cut down one bug with his scarlet blade, then turned quickly, using his shock-whip to incapacitate another. The Geonosians did well in corralling and stabbing the unwary Koboth, and their distraction was all the Sith needed to either kill or knock out the natives.

It was over in less than two minutes.

A line of fifteen Koboth lay in front of the Bith, their wrists tied and mouths gagged. Elites stood around, watching with vigilant eyes. Dravis grinned, happy with their handiwork. "I suppose you're all expecting a congratulations. Consider it given." The Sith smiled sardonically, and returned his gaze to his captives.

"So strong, so much willpower... I'll have fun breaking you." The cinders flared in Dravis' eyes, and he turned away, to his guards. "Take them to the transport, have them detained."

"I want to see them crack myself."

- [member="Gisela the Righteous"] -