Faction Trial of Faldos

[Darth Strosius]

Trial of Faldos
877 ABY, One Month after the Conquest of Faldos

The planet of Faldos, once home to a rather lucrative set of smuggler rings and dens, had by now been brought into complete compliance underneath the heel of the Sith Order. The last holdouts of resistance had been subdued or pacified, despite much of the planet lacking major urban centers and infrastructure not centered around smuggling. The largest spaceport and the small city around it had been declared the capital of the world due to a lack of any other significant cities that could serve such a purpose. Faldos was set to be merely another of the many planets that the Sith occupied, barely worth more than the position it held in space.

And yet today the capital was bustling with activity. Soldiers occupied every street crossing, stood guard outside the entrances to the spaceport and the designated capital building, and patrolled the streets. Small ships occasionally flew over the streets of the city, as if on the hunt for any that would dare set foot onto them. The soldiers and ships alike all bore a symbol that had brought much dread to the last pockets of resistance on the planet, the symbol of the Inquisition.

A curfew had been set in place across the city and the soldiers were there to ensure that it was upheld, but said curfew only lasted a couple of hours in order to provide a sort of shroud for the main event taking place in the city. In the capital building, really more of a small corporate office building that had communications arrays grafted onto it, a courtroom had been arranged in one of the rooms. It was impromptu but in full operation, with all the necessary amenities. Cameras to record the event, seating for the audience of Inquisitors and Faldos clerks, a cage for the defendant, and a stand for the judge to occupy.

The defendant, a pitiful excuse for a crime lord that had been elevated to governor of the planet due to his ties with the Sith Order, stood in his cage and shifted nervously as the audience seats filled and the soldiers of the Inquisition stood guard around the room. Finally the doors would open once more after all had settled and the judge would enter. Alisteri stepped into the silent room, clad in a red accented Zeyd-cloth robe, with his armored boots making a noticeable and dreadful stomp with each step he took. As usual the Knight's mask donned his face despite his new outfit, one that was far more ceremonial than his more practical armor.

The masked man strode past the audience seating, past the guards, and past the defendant with his gaze fixed upon the stand at the back of the room. Flanking him were, surprisingly, not the typical soldiers of the Inquisition but rather his own Legionnaires. Despite looking less impressive than their Inquisitorial counterparts they marched and held the same air of professionalism as they escorted the Sith to the judge stand.

As he ascended to the stand and sat in the seat there his escort turned to face the rest of the room, lining the front of the stand as their leader silently shifted and made himself comfortable. He reached out and plucked the Durasteel gavel from where it rested on the stand, briefly knocking it on the stand with a hollow metal noise that echoed in the room. "Let the trial of Faldos begin. The defendant, Governor Braddon Tasfir, has been accused of several inexcusable and near heretical crimes against the Sith Order. Let any witnesses to these crimes stand and have your testimony be heard."

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

Two Days Prior to Trial
Location: Empty space just outside of Faldose

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Darth Diem eyes were closed, but he saw all.

Meditating inside his Tie Reaper transporter, he could stretch his senses in a extremely wide range.
He was not dressed in his usual Sith outfits, no, today he was here as a Knight Inquisitor. Even his Governorship duty's on Binaros would not stop him from being here. This was his dream since he was but a child, learning from his father the importance of the Inquisitorium. To don the armor of the Empires Saber, Empires Shadow.

Ten troopers in black were sitting all around him, there helmets levitating in the sealing of the ship, in the image of always shifting triangle. As Diem needed a meditation focal point. Trained to perfection, they did not mouth a single word, just waited patiently for their commander to open his eyes.

A beep could be heard from the dash board, and Omon's inner gaze widened, searching for the vessel that got caught by their small trackers which they released all over the 5 miles radius.
After some 20 seconds of search, he found a small ship, and harpoon its Force Sensitivity on it. His powers grown immensely in the past 2 years, so much so he could sense everything on that ship.

Thrill.. comradery.. fear.. No, you are not him. Omon spoke to himself, before ejecting his Force presence off the small ship, and back in to the emptiness of the space.

Several more pings occurred, in next few hours, and Darth Diem remained silent. Until the sixth one.. He reached in to this vessel, and his eyes opened, glaring with color of a molten lava. Troopers helmets fell down in to their laps, and their commander finally spoke.

"Send the credits to your informant, this is the one we have been waiting for." Sith Lord stood up from his meditating position and sat down on the side of copilot, as the pilot gently started and moved the Reaper forward. Making sure they wont be detected.

"Sir. May I ask, how..?" one of the Inquisitorial Troopers wanted to know. And Omon respected that, enough to answer him.

"With all the rest, I sensed more of the same.. thrill, as the thrill illegal activity gives. Comradery, as they usually have some sense of brotherhood between them. Fear, as they are all afraid in some amount from being caught." he paused for a second, observing the ship in the distance..
"In this one I felt only Thrill and Ego. Fear was not there, for he knew there was nothing to be afraid of. Ego, because he probably thinks he will receive a huge payday, due to his great skills. We will educate him on the meaning of the word Skill." his eyes partially closed, as thou zooming in to the pray in front of them. Before he put his Inquisitor helmet on, even skipping on his usual Mandlaorian one. For today he is not Omon Kaa, or Darth Diem.. he is Brother of the Inquisitory Bureau.

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The target took them to the outskirts, where they could see several facilities in the distance. Giving the target room, to reduce chance of being spotted, even though they were cloaked against any transmitters or locators, they could still be seen with a naked eye.
Ship in front landed in to the mass of short buildings and refinery chimneys. But Omon could tell just from the feel of the place, non of these facilities were operational.

"Fly low now, and let us drop down some two kilometers from the buildings. Hover out of sight, and be ready to fly on to our location should I ping you. DD1 to DD5 with me, rest of you remain inside." on his command pilot lower the craft almost touching the ground, speeding up to close the distance with their landed target.
Once on 1,8km away, he rotated the transporter and open the back door. Omon jumped first, followed by five troopers who used their boost-packs(much smaller version of a jet pack, used only for jumping from/on big heights) to land safely.
Reaper buzzed from them, and hide around one of the smaller mountains.

Once there, he saw that his feeling was correct, non of these old facilities were operational. Perfect place for a secret hording place.
He pointed for 2 of his men to take buildings on the left side, 2 on the right, and 1 to take the high-point on one of the refinery chimneys. Last one being their eyes, and sniper cover if needed.
Omon took the center, strolling confidently in to the lions den.

He could sense the person who he marked as their target, he could feel his midichlorian signature some 100 meters in front. That trail led him through one of the old refineries, he found an entrance fast enough, in one of the air ducts. What he found inside though, needed some slower processing on his part.
The huge room was filled with crates. And oddly, there was no guards around.. possibly due to the arrival of their target, or because they did not feel the need to guard it.
He Force pulled open one of them. His eyes widening on the sight. He opened another, and another.. Sound of a growl echoed through the mask, as he took one of the items from the crate, and proceeded forward, to the place where the target stood. Surrounded by many life signatures.

At least 40 people were listening to one individual, who was standing beside a small ship. Ship they followed in. Omon fired a laser bolt from the item he took from the crate, hitting the closest person to him, in the back.

"KX-60!" Omon yelled, before the dead body even hit the ground. Everyone turning toward him, and pulling their weapons out. Five fastest one got cut down right away, by the five Inquisitorial Troopers on their right and left, as well as one somewhere above them.

Omon continue..

"Most widely used blaster rifle, easiest to make, cheep, durable. Testament to its quality, 600 years of the models use..
And if I'm not mistaken, was the primary weapon used by the Faldos Smuggler Militia. Until We, the Sith Empire, disarmed them. Designating these blasters to be destroyed." he threw the weapon slightly up, then ignited his red saber second later, cutting the blaster in the half.

At least 25% of the people in front of him started to lower their weapons when they heard Sith Empire.. 25% already lowered before them, when the five troopers fired from their flanks. Leaving the 50% of brave or indecisive ones. Darth Diem will make them in to people of decisive action.
He slowly walked toward the big group, his saber sizzling.

"Usually I'd just kill you all. But I am here as the Official Claw of the Empire, which makes you vultures, extremely lucky! You will not only walk away with your lives, but also with 3 000 credits each. But ONLY, if you ALL, right now, point to your leader." his masked gaze falling on to the Devaronian who was standing in front of the ship they followed. And after some 3 seconds, every of the 40+ fingers were pointing at him. Giving official proof to the Omon's suspicion.
"Excellent! Your credits will arrive momentarily.. Reaper 1, to my location" while giving command to the pilot, the Devaronian started to run up his ships ramp. But before he could make five steps, he was yanked backwards, and Force pulled in to the dirt, below Omon's legs.
With his glowed finger, he showed him 'Stay', as the Tie Reaper pushed the dirt all around them, hovering above, with its nose pointed toward the ground.
Omon razed his lightsaber up, then swung him down. Lasers from the Tie started to shred the smugglers on the ground, while the few who managed to got away from it, met their end by the precise bolt from one of the five troopers.

Sith squat down, pushing the mans head up, so he can watch, while creating barrier to protect them from any laser fire or debris.

"Inquisitors purify. These men, if left to their own devices, would just cause more trouble then they are worth. You however.." he grabbed the smuggler by the collar of the jacket and Force slam him in to the hangar doors.
"You actually have some brain power, which is why you are undoubtedly leader of this.. little group of miscreants. But you see, I KNOW there is a higher leader then you, because no matter how good or ambitious you are, you would not be able to stop these blasters from being recycled." horned man's face became expression of horror and confusion. Which made Omon angry..

He fears HIM, more then me!?

Two troopers closed in on them, and did the identification process. "Braka Kass, smuggler. We have extensive files on him my Lord." black trooper confirmed to Omon.
And finally the man seemed snapped from the fear, once hearing his real name. Omon stabbed his saber in to the steel door, between the two horns of Braka Kass. Then pulled it out a bi to the side, cutting his left horn off, and stepping with his armored boot on to the Devaronian chest, leaning his helmet covered face an inch from him.

"I want the Governor! I know you knew he is behind this. Give me every detail of the operation, and I might consider giving you employment. Do not give me, and I will send troopers on the address of EVERY family member that is in your file. Every known associate, every ex frikin girlfriend or boyfriend! I will eviscerate every trace of your memories and existence, before I kill you." his robotic sounded voice was calm, but with emphasis.

Braka Kass, holding his cut off horn, crying, spoke through the stutter and fear.. "I.. I wi-will.. te.. tell you a-all.. Please.."

 

[Darth Strosius]

"Ah yes, the testimony of one Braka Kass. A simple smuggler that somehow gained access to a rather large cache of weapons that were meant to be confiscated and scrapped." Alisteri idly looked over the screen that had been installed in the podium, a holodisplay above his head allowing the rest of the courtroom to see the written confession alongside the mission report that had been turned in by one of his fellow Inquisitors. "Oh, and would you look at this, right here in his confession he mentions your involvement in his little operation Governor Tasfir." He highlighted that line in particular with the tap of his finger as the defendant shifted nervously.

"Surely this court does not recognize the word of a common crimin-AGH!" The governor's hopeful but futile plea was interrupted as the bars of his cage briefly lit up with electricity and shocked him into silence. Alisteri pulled his finger back from the console and fixed the whimpering man with a glare from behind his mask. "The defendant will speak when he is given permission to do so. You will not interrupt me again." His tone was laced with a pure monotonous dread, one laiden with anger but spoken with such a calm resolve. The Sith made sure that the governor was fully aware of who was in charge.

"But since you decided to bring the veracity of the testimony into question, our agents did look through the records of your salvaging and confiscation efforts in order to determine a stockpile." Another press and the display shifted to show a warehouse manifest, one that contained hundreds of the blaster once so favored by the Faldos Smuggler Militia. His finger drifted to show an error in the list however, during a shipment of new blasters the number in the stockpile remained constant despite the recorded arrival of an entire shipment of said blasters. "This, this right here makes no sense to me governor. A shipment came in and yet the number of blasters failed to increase. How peculiar, and how obvious. Even a child could spot such an error and yet you made no moves to correct it despite further shipments arriving as normal. Very convenient, don't you think?"

The governor opened his mouth to try and form a retort of some kind but the words died in his throat as Alisteri's finger hovered over the shock button again. The defendant instead slunk down a bit and glanced away, leaving the Sith content for the moment. "As such one case of ignoring a direct order, and even using the contraband for personal enrichment purposes at that, has been leveled against you. Now, onto the next charge that you have been accused of."

Omon Kaa / Darth Diem / Darth Temerant