Kruel Zing
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Taking in a deep breath Kruel stared out the viewport of Infineon into the swirling, psychedelic patterns of hyperspace. Some had been said to go mad from looking into it yet Kruel found it calming, it gave the Sith some semblance of comfort and aided in his meditations. His large figure stood in the center of the bridge towering over numerous other individuals who sat stooped over their consoles, fingers working away as they readied to exit hyperspace. Arms tucked behind his back and grasping each other Kruel examined his children, not in the convenient way these were not his children by birth but through adoption. Millennia ago after the fall of Exar Kun and the traitor Ulic, Kruel had taken what remained of the fallen jedi and Sith forces retreating to the unknown regions where they had laid in hiding. Kruel had watched and aided in the growth of a society and while those who originally had been saved passed on to another life he had remained and become something akin to a deity to their descendants.
“Exiting hyperspace now my Lord.” A blue-skinned Duros said from the navigation console not daring to raise his eyes to the terrifying figure. The ship was filled with numerous foot soldiers all that had been trained since birth to serve as the might of the Sith. Their excitement and lust for battle could be felt from across the great distance of the ship. Along with them were acolytes trained in the arts of the darkside. There were few knights or masters among the ranks but that would not be a problem for this mission. Especially when their allies arrived to aid in this endeavor.
With a slight jerk that caused some to shoot forward in their seats the ship exited hyperspace as the blue film vanished, star-lines formed into solid figures and laid out before Kruel was Arkania. “After centuries I return.” Taking in the blue orb before him Darth Ambroscus smirked. It was ironic that the world he had started out as a jedi on would be the first he returned to as a Sith. Casting a fleeting glance to his navigator Kruel issued a command. “Continue on approach vector.” With that said he didn’t even look at the communications officer. “Send a message to Cyril that the attack will soon commence and prepare to scramble the fighters.”
Arkania’s defenses didn’t seem formidable from initial observations but appearances could always be deceiving, there were no blockades nor space stations to defend them. Those that had once been possibly fell into disrepair or had been abandoned after the collapse of the One Sith? It did not matter the planet would fall one way or another. “Sir incoming message from Arkania, they wish to know why we come to their planet.”
“Tell them we need repairs, we were carrying goods to the Silver Sactum when we were attacked by the Sith. We barely escaped with our lives and are looking for a planet willing to aid in the repairs of our ship.” It was a lie on their parts as the Infineon had survived centuries and measures had been taken to ensure the ship was still in working condition. The hull on the other hand showed its age so the lie about repairs would seem like a legitimate excuse, and due to the age and type of ship no living Arkanians would know about its origins from far back during the Mandalorian Wars.
“Exiting hyperspace now my Lord.” A blue-skinned Duros said from the navigation console not daring to raise his eyes to the terrifying figure. The ship was filled with numerous foot soldiers all that had been trained since birth to serve as the might of the Sith. Their excitement and lust for battle could be felt from across the great distance of the ship. Along with them were acolytes trained in the arts of the darkside. There were few knights or masters among the ranks but that would not be a problem for this mission. Especially when their allies arrived to aid in this endeavor.
With a slight jerk that caused some to shoot forward in their seats the ship exited hyperspace as the blue film vanished, star-lines formed into solid figures and laid out before Kruel was Arkania. “After centuries I return.” Taking in the blue orb before him Darth Ambroscus smirked. It was ironic that the world he had started out as a jedi on would be the first he returned to as a Sith. Casting a fleeting glance to his navigator Kruel issued a command. “Continue on approach vector.” With that said he didn’t even look at the communications officer. “Send a message to Cyril that the attack will soon commence and prepare to scramble the fighters.”
Arkania’s defenses didn’t seem formidable from initial observations but appearances could always be deceiving, there were no blockades nor space stations to defend them. Those that had once been possibly fell into disrepair or had been abandoned after the collapse of the One Sith? It did not matter the planet would fall one way or another. “Sir incoming message from Arkania, they wish to know why we come to their planet.”
“Tell them we need repairs, we were carrying goods to the Silver Sactum when we were attacked by the Sith. We barely escaped with our lives and are looking for a planet willing to aid in the repairs of our ship.” It was a lie on their parts as the Infineon had survived centuries and measures had been taken to ensure the ship was still in working condition. The hull on the other hand showed its age so the lie about repairs would seem like a legitimate excuse, and due to the age and type of ship no living Arkanians would know about its origins from far back during the Mandalorian Wars.