Temple City, Corstris
Two Hours Earlier
A familiar pair of silver-green eyes probed the velvet darkness that surrounded the mountainous region of Temple City. Caid had only been here once or twice in his past. The entire city had been created by his father as some sort of useless monument to the days of old. In fact, the entire planet of Corstris had been the man's attempt to create his own perfect society. Once upon a time, Cameron Centurion had shunned all notions of love and dedication. In fact, he had viewed any top of purely emotional attachment as outright weak and useless. That reality made the information Caid had uncovered about the man...all the more ironic.
"Mi'lord, all of the charges have been placed."
Caid's large frame did not move. Instead, the young Sith Lord kept his gaze leveled on the various structures of the city. Since arriving on Corstris from Endelaan some weeks prior, Caid had set his mind to the often menial task of arranging for his father's rather impressive collection of souvenirs, weapons, and training materials to be transported back to Endelaan. It seemed that Cameron Centurion had been storing the spoils of his entire life within various vaults on Corstris. The elements of Shadow Force that remained behind and loyal to the Centurion blood line played a rather large role in affecting the shipment.
"You know what to do, Captain."
There was no response, merely the sound of a single blaster firing multiple shots in rapid succession. A few declarations of shock could be heard before all went quiet once more. The Captain, as previously instructed, had executed the men that had been brought to Temple City. With that down, the Captain withdrew a detonator from his pocket, tapped in an authorization sequence, and stood silently. Seconds later, a series of explosions rang out, shattering the tranquil darkness of the night sky.
As soon as the first fireball manifested, Caid turned his back to the fireworks and proceeded towards his waiting Infiltrator. The Captain started to follow, but Caid made a motion with two fingers, snapping the man's neck. The Captain's lifeless body hit the ground just as the Sith Lord was stepping up the loading ramp to his vessel.
Similar fates had befallen all of the remaining cities and structures around Corstris that very evening. A single surviving officer from each assignment would return to the Corstris Palace, four in total, to receive further instructions.
Corstris Palace
Present
The blood-red blade of Caid's newly crafted lightsaber retracted silently into the hilt. The lightsaber that had originally been created by Cameron Centurion so long ago remained with the holocron the man had constructed during the final years of his life. It would be the only family heirloom that he maintained. After all, that lightsaber had an impressive history. Regardless of the nature of Cameron's passing, he had indeed accomplished great things in his long life.
Turning from the bodies of the four captains that had arrived only a few minutes earlier, Caid shrugged off the black and silver cloak that denoted the House of Centurion. That House, for all intents and purposes, would now die. The ashes of Cameron Centurion's legacy, however, would be reforged into something new.
After tossing the cloak into a nearby fireplace, Caid made his way towards the rear of the estate. In the morning, he would leave Corstris and what little remained of its population behind. With poisoned water supplies, destroyed homes, and no elements of Cameron Centurion to deliver them from the dark ages, the people of Corstris would devolve into a prehistoric state all their own. Caid had neither reason nor inclination to busy himself with the task of mass genocide.
After all, there was no reason to rush them to the grave. They might yet find a way to survie, to endure. The lesson, after all, was in the journey.
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Two Hours Earlier
A familiar pair of silver-green eyes probed the velvet darkness that surrounded the mountainous region of Temple City. Caid had only been here once or twice in his past. The entire city had been created by his father as some sort of useless monument to the days of old. In fact, the entire planet of Corstris had been the man's attempt to create his own perfect society. Once upon a time, Cameron Centurion had shunned all notions of love and dedication. In fact, he had viewed any top of purely emotional attachment as outright weak and useless. That reality made the information Caid had uncovered about the man...all the more ironic.
"Mi'lord, all of the charges have been placed."
Caid's large frame did not move. Instead, the young Sith Lord kept his gaze leveled on the various structures of the city. Since arriving on Corstris from Endelaan some weeks prior, Caid had set his mind to the often menial task of arranging for his father's rather impressive collection of souvenirs, weapons, and training materials to be transported back to Endelaan. It seemed that Cameron Centurion had been storing the spoils of his entire life within various vaults on Corstris. The elements of Shadow Force that remained behind and loyal to the Centurion blood line played a rather large role in affecting the shipment.
"You know what to do, Captain."
There was no response, merely the sound of a single blaster firing multiple shots in rapid succession. A few declarations of shock could be heard before all went quiet once more. The Captain, as previously instructed, had executed the men that had been brought to Temple City. With that down, the Captain withdrew a detonator from his pocket, tapped in an authorization sequence, and stood silently. Seconds later, a series of explosions rang out, shattering the tranquil darkness of the night sky.
As soon as the first fireball manifested, Caid turned his back to the fireworks and proceeded towards his waiting Infiltrator. The Captain started to follow, but Caid made a motion with two fingers, snapping the man's neck. The Captain's lifeless body hit the ground just as the Sith Lord was stepping up the loading ramp to his vessel.
Similar fates had befallen all of the remaining cities and structures around Corstris that very evening. A single surviving officer from each assignment would return to the Corstris Palace, four in total, to receive further instructions.
Corstris Palace
Present
The blood-red blade of Caid's newly crafted lightsaber retracted silently into the hilt. The lightsaber that had originally been created by Cameron Centurion so long ago remained with the holocron the man had constructed during the final years of his life. It would be the only family heirloom that he maintained. After all, that lightsaber had an impressive history. Regardless of the nature of Cameron's passing, he had indeed accomplished great things in his long life.
Turning from the bodies of the four captains that had arrived only a few minutes earlier, Caid shrugged off the black and silver cloak that denoted the House of Centurion. That House, for all intents and purposes, would now die. The ashes of Cameron Centurion's legacy, however, would be reforged into something new.
After tossing the cloak into a nearby fireplace, Caid made his way towards the rear of the estate. In the morning, he would leave Corstris and what little remained of its population behind. With poisoned water supplies, destroyed homes, and no elements of Cameron Centurion to deliver them from the dark ages, the people of Corstris would devolve into a prehistoric state all their own. Caid had neither reason nor inclination to busy himself with the task of mass genocide.
After all, there was no reason to rush them to the grave. They might yet find a way to survie, to endure. The lesson, after all, was in the journey.
[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]