The Last Warlord
Lothal, Bryn'adul space
First Warlock Sethrak entered the barracks of The Lothal Superconstruct. Inside, The Lothal Guard stood ready. The Guard, made mostly of Aerevalin, but also the larger Baedurin, and a number of Sraelvun to fill the ranks, was preparing for an upcoming raid. A recently patrol had been ambushed by a large group of rebels hiding out on the planet. Now, the rebel base had been discovered, and Sethrak was going to lead the assault.
He was the warlord of Lothal, and to have a rebel group ambushing his troops was shameful. He doubted any of the other warlords had dissent of any kind on their planets. Truthfully he should have expected this setback since he was rarely on Lothal. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case for much longer as he had recently proposed a number of reforms regarding The Warlock Caste including the movement of their base of operations to Lothal. He hoped the Chieftain would accept the proposal as it would greatly increase his productivity.
But for now he would need to settle with jumping between his two planets, and Draemidus Prime, where the Warlock HQ was currently stationed. But that didn't mean he would have to settle for rebels that somehow escaped the population wipe carried out in the days following the planet's capture.
"You have all been briefed on the situation. Let's move out."
It was all that needed to be said. Immediately the group of about 60 troops began shuffling out of the building. Once outside they would board Brute Gunboats and head toward the rebel hideout. It wouldn't be a long trip, and Sethrak anticipated a quick battle if everything he had been told was accurate. He was only attending to watch his forces fight, and make sure they were still combat ready. Within five minutes they were all in the air, headed toward the enemy.....
