Location: Wherever the tank landed, near the Valley of Lords
Enemies:
Ilsa Voll
Main Battle Tanks dropping out of the sky were not exactly subtle affairs. Consequently, it didn't take much for Orcus to notice the gigantic drop pod plummeting through atmosphere, even amidst the chaos of the sudden Protectorate invasion. The Herglic Sith rode atop his leather-winged Drexl, the beast - a grotesque amalgamation of bat and insect - had inspired fear long ago in the Beast Wars of Ossus. As its shadow fell across landing Protectorate troopers, that same dread would rise again.
Orcus clacked his teeth in thought as he plummeted through the sky. He did not like flying, nor did he enjoy fighting a war on two fronts. Fool Protectorates, did they not understand the reign of peace the Sith were attempting to establish here? He supposed he should expect no better of a nation birthed by mercenaries. How many more orphans would this attack on Coruscant bring.
Humming a tune of war and anger, Orcus seized the reins and drove Kite down toward the now landed Skocha MBT. He'd believed such a vehicle to be exclusive to the Republic, but apparently that was not the case. He snorted once from his blow holes, then promptly dropped the reins and leaped off his mount.
Eight hundred pounds of Force invigorated blubber landed with a resounding smash atop the turret of the Skocha tank. The ray shields flickered once, but they were designed to stop energy attacks such as blaster bolts and laser cannons, not falling seven foot tall orbalisk-armored humanoids. As a result, Orcus found himself standing atop the the tank turret ready to do unspeakable things to the occupants inside.
"Haha, hauum."
If they had not heard his landing, they would surely hear his booming laughter.