Barkeep
He could never forget Bothawui, every time he closed his eyes he saw the twisted faces of those infected by the virus the Vong had unleashed on its inhabitants. The arcing of his blade as it cut them in two, the sounds of the extermination as he and his Knights had moved methodically through the ruined city and wiped clean those souls who could never be brought back. It had to be done, that was the only thing that saved him from madness, they couldn't be saved. Despite what they thought of him after Druckenwell, he did not sacrifice the very people he aimed to protect without serious justification. What they had done on Bothawui, was a slaughter of innocents because there was no other way.
Salem Norongachi remembered the invasion of the Vong, he remembered their ships pouring into the Galaxy and laying waste to world after world in their fanatical cleansing of trillions of lives. The efforts of the Galactic Empire and the New Republic to save what worlds they could, to drive the invaders back. He'd fought on Rodia, he'd lead his men against the merciless advance and in that time he'd learned hate. He had never hated a singular set of beings before, sure he thought less or more of others, but never felt complete and utter contempt for a species. He hated the Yuuzhan Vong, he wanted them wiped from the Galaxy like the plague they were. Then there was Bothawui.
There was only one course of action available to him.
The armada was arrayed, the soldiers, the legions of droids, the Knights, were all ready to go. Giant Lucrehulk Command carriers were flanked with Gunray Star Destroyers, Poggle Class Escort Carriers moved around them, their holds fit to bursting with starfighters and bombers. San-Hill Class Destroyers were with them and Sovereign Class Heavy Cruisers. Elsewhere, on other worlds on the edge of their space closest to that of the Horde other fleets so very similar were gathering. Nine fleets, nine fleets larger or just as large as that which defended Druckenwell, for nine targets.
"All ships," He said into the encrypted military channel. "Prepare to jump to hyperspace. To all fleets, give em hell." The Gunray Class Star Destroyer Trial by Fire formed up with its fleet, each performing final checks and prep before almost as one they fired into hyperspace.
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Salem Norongachi remembered the invasion of the Vong, he remembered their ships pouring into the Galaxy and laying waste to world after world in their fanatical cleansing of trillions of lives. The efforts of the Galactic Empire and the New Republic to save what worlds they could, to drive the invaders back. He'd fought on Rodia, he'd lead his men against the merciless advance and in that time he'd learned hate. He had never hated a singular set of beings before, sure he thought less or more of others, but never felt complete and utter contempt for a species. He hated the Yuuzhan Vong, he wanted them wiped from the Galaxy like the plague they were. Then there was Bothawui.
There was only one course of action available to him.
The armada was arrayed, the soldiers, the legions of droids, the Knights, were all ready to go. Giant Lucrehulk Command carriers were flanked with Gunray Star Destroyers, Poggle Class Escort Carriers moved around them, their holds fit to bursting with starfighters and bombers. San-Hill Class Destroyers were with them and Sovereign Class Heavy Cruisers. Elsewhere, on other worlds on the edge of their space closest to that of the Horde other fleets so very similar were gathering. Nine fleets, nine fleets larger or just as large as that which defended Druckenwell, for nine targets.
"All ships," He said into the encrypted military channel. "Prepare to jump to hyperspace. To all fleets, give em hell." The Gunray Class Star Destroyer Trial by Fire formed up with its fleet, each performing final checks and prep before almost as one they fired into hyperspace.
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