Tainted City
There was a simple truth. The vast majority of people in the galaxy didn't actually have the stomach to maintain any form of useless, pathetic rebellion when their entire lives were crashing down around them. Though, the actual reality on Malachor was that...the people had been left completely alone to their own devices since the rise of the Empire. It was the myopic crusaders here now, attempting to stir dissent that did not truly exist, that had signed the death warrants of all those that inhabited the planet.
Casually, Caid followed behind the advancing line of troops and Massassi. Reports were filtering through his communications equipment that the citizens were attempting to setup barricades and ambush positions. It didn't matter to Caid. The people of Malachor weren't actually trained. They could rally behind whatever empty words and promises anyone wanted to mention. This entire evolution was happening because of one unassailable fact.
The so-called Prophet's failure was complete, undeniable. The Resurgent Empire ruled this area of space. Its citizens only ever fell into too categories; loyal and dead.
In that precise moment, a presence brushed against his own. Words that were not Caid's own echoed in his mind. The dark-skinned Sith gave the hidden speaker the only response he much had for games. Silence. If the man wanted a fight, he could seek it out. Caid, however, had more pressing concerns, and they did not include being on the surface of this retched planet for a second longer than absolutely necessary.
From behind the featureless black mask adorning his head, Caid watched as Massassi ripped through perimeter defenses and the Legions drew fire. Withdrawing a datapad, Caid pulled up a quick summary of information. The fleet that had been called in by [member="Vrak Nashar"] some time ago were in the final stages of typical protocol, positioning themselves for the most effective distribution of sensor and weapon coverage on critical areas. Smiling to himself, Caid stored the device and keyed out on the unit frequency belonging to the vessel carrying the Admiral in charge of the resources.
"Admiral. This is Lord Veritas." It was an honorific that he hadn't quite earned just yet, but it was irrelevant to those that did not belong to the upper class of Sith among the Resurgent Empire.
"Yes, Mi'lord?"
"Citizens have apparently drawn their line in the sand."
A pause.
"I surmise you believe them to be standing on the wrong side, Mi'lord?"
"Raze every residential and commercial area of this planet to the ground."
A longer pause.
"As you command, Mi'lord. It will take twenty minutes to widen our targeting parameters and sort targets based on weapon availability and vessel position. Even then, we will have to shift formations in phases. I estimate... Several hours for full effect."
"You have your orders, Admiral."
Caid said nothing to the soldiers he continued to follow, silver blade of his lightsaber activating once again with a snap-hiss. The strong would survive.
[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Darth Mara"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Yidhra"] | [member="Velok the Younger"]
There was a simple truth. The vast majority of people in the galaxy didn't actually have the stomach to maintain any form of useless, pathetic rebellion when their entire lives were crashing down around them. Though, the actual reality on Malachor was that...the people had been left completely alone to their own devices since the rise of the Empire. It was the myopic crusaders here now, attempting to stir dissent that did not truly exist, that had signed the death warrants of all those that inhabited the planet.
Casually, Caid followed behind the advancing line of troops and Massassi. Reports were filtering through his communications equipment that the citizens were attempting to setup barricades and ambush positions. It didn't matter to Caid. The people of Malachor weren't actually trained. They could rally behind whatever empty words and promises anyone wanted to mention. This entire evolution was happening because of one unassailable fact.
The so-called Prophet's failure was complete, undeniable. The Resurgent Empire ruled this area of space. Its citizens only ever fell into too categories; loyal and dead.
In that precise moment, a presence brushed against his own. Words that were not Caid's own echoed in his mind. The dark-skinned Sith gave the hidden speaker the only response he much had for games. Silence. If the man wanted a fight, he could seek it out. Caid, however, had more pressing concerns, and they did not include being on the surface of this retched planet for a second longer than absolutely necessary.
From behind the featureless black mask adorning his head, Caid watched as Massassi ripped through perimeter defenses and the Legions drew fire. Withdrawing a datapad, Caid pulled up a quick summary of information. The fleet that had been called in by [member="Vrak Nashar"] some time ago were in the final stages of typical protocol, positioning themselves for the most effective distribution of sensor and weapon coverage on critical areas. Smiling to himself, Caid stored the device and keyed out on the unit frequency belonging to the vessel carrying the Admiral in charge of the resources.
"Admiral. This is Lord Veritas." It was an honorific that he hadn't quite earned just yet, but it was irrelevant to those that did not belong to the upper class of Sith among the Resurgent Empire.
"Yes, Mi'lord?"
"Citizens have apparently drawn their line in the sand."
A pause.
"I surmise you believe them to be standing on the wrong side, Mi'lord?"
"Raze every residential and commercial area of this planet to the ground."
A longer pause.
"As you command, Mi'lord. It will take twenty minutes to widen our targeting parameters and sort targets based on weapon availability and vessel position. Even then, we will have to shift formations in phases. I estimate... Several hours for full effect."
"You have your orders, Admiral."
Caid said nothing to the soldiers he continued to follow, silver blade of his lightsaber activating once again with a snap-hiss. The strong would survive.
[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Darth Mara"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Yidhra"] | [member="Velok the Younger"]