Other Space Kaiden
Better than other-other space Kaiden
Disgusting...weak...foolish, the words that would forever describe those who dared defy the New Order and the truth that they brought in their wake. They claimed themselves to be true Sith, denounced all that the New Order was and stood for and for that they would be wiped clean from the history books. The loyal soldiers of the New Order would bring down upon them a righteous fist of pride and glory and those who died would be remembered as true warriors of the Order, the enemy would be forgotten under the rubble of their temple. These pitiful excuses for Sith brought a grave threat to the order and stability that the New Order sought to bring about, anyone among their ranks could see that.
They had been given their chance to sway their side, but they refused. No more warnings would be given, no offers of peace extended and no mercy shown. Those who fought would die and those who were weak enough to be captured were to be thrown into the slave pits. All would be forgotten. All books of their people, burned. Holovids of their teachings, destroyed. Art depicting their culture, purged. There would be no uttering of their existence unless it was of their demise and soon enough the fact that they even lived would be forgotten by time.
"Lord Vulcanus, all fleets will be dropping from hyperspace in thirty seconds." one of the many deck officers of Vulcnus's Xo'Xaan stated, folding his hands behind his back and standing tall before the beast.
"Excellent, prepare all strike teams...I want the last thing these lessers see to be the sight of Sith boots on their soil." Vulcanus purred and the officer nodded before clicking his left foot against the right and bringing his fist across his torso and over his heart in the standard New Order salute.
Then, with a slight bow of his head, replied "Of course, mi'lord, it will be done."