Location: Outside Pyke Syndicate stronghold on Doan
Objective: Rise and ruin
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Dile Congor
Strange reports had come from the mining camps in Doan's rocky foothills. There were rumors of the miners gathering at night, chants and prayers filling the underground shafter where they once worked. It was an upheaval to many in the sector, the vital mining operations ground to a halt. What previously appeared to be a simple unionization attempt slowly became something much more sinister.
Now the workers were amassing outside a Pyke fortress. A few had already charged the gates, the sentry guns making short work of them. Most of them were carrying military-grade blasters and wearing basic military chest plates. Most distinct of them was that black-as-pitch markings on their faces.
While there was variance among the designs, they all shared a black mark on their foreheads, a smear of what almost looked like engine oil. It was uniform among them, always the same place, and same general look.
T'zarna had sent envoys to the planet to spread dissention among the disenfranchised and the downtrodden. Now it was time to reap the harvest of willing cultists. However, there was the matter of their Pyke masters, the ones who held the reigns of Doan. It was highly unlikely that they would want to lose the work force they had spent so long ruling over.
It made no difference to the insectoid woman. She would free them, if only to use them for her own ends! They would make excellent servants and soldiers within her hive. Should they survive the uprising that is.
"They gather behind their walls because they fear us, our power," T'zarna said, looking at the fort in the distance.
"They do not understand that fear is our power."
Slowly, carefully, she stood from the ground. Using telekinesis she pulled a lightsaber to her hand. She would keep by her side through the dust storm. Even for Dark Jedi, the lightsaber was a symbol with great significance. One that could make some retreat just at the sight of it. Maybe the mercenaries behind the wall would have a change of heart?
The next charge from the miners would be bolstered by a few men and women in black and gold armor. They were slightly better trained an equipped. It seemed they were barking orders at the rebelling workers. A sign that more was going on than the mercenaries had been told.
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