We Descend(Sith)

[Asari Morin]

Moridin stood upon a massive Dragon Class Capital ship a relic that he had raised from the soils of Byss. Behind him and all around him of course flew the fleet of the newly reborn Sith Empire. The Dreadlord was not in command here, he was not even really in charge of anyone. The Ship around him was being operated purely by slaves. Thrall that Moridin had created through breaking of the mind and soul. The Dreadlord had grown quite adept at destroying other being's hopes and will to live, it was a newly found gift that had come after his almost four centuries of continuous sleep.

He was here above the world of Vjun for one simple reason, to reclaim something that had once belonged to the Sith. Apparently in the absence of the Sith the planet had become a breeding ground for pirates, cults, and degenerates. The Sith had come back, come back to reclaim their world.

The Dreadlord stood and watched as transports began to fly down towards the planet. They were filled with soldiers and lesser Sith, cannon fodder for those more powerful like Moridin and his brothers. The Sith Lord looked upon the transports, he eyed each of them as they flew to a different sector of the planet. He wondered why it had taken them so long to come here, why it had taken so long for the Sith to reach this point. The Empire was and still is powerful, they needed to show the galaxy this. The Sith also questioned why they brought such power to take on pirates and recluses, one of the living Sith Masters was more than enough to vanquish an entire army, much less this rabble.

The Dreadlord however decided not to voice these concerns. Instead he joined in on the fun, This was a chance to test out his creations, the extent of his will and power. Moridin had not fought for nearly 400 years now. He was eager to once again see blood.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Not far behind the ancient Dragon-class capital ship, sat the Infidus Diabolus II, a Invictus-class Star Destroyers that was larger than the Dragon-class by a couple of hundred of meters, but not massively larger. From the behemoth's underside erupted a hailstorm of Dragoon-class Dropships that veered down towards the dull looking planet of Vjun, a world ruled by rocky crags, canyons, and occasionally blanketed by storms of acid rain. A large portion of the Dragoons were outfitted with clamps that held tightly onto a menagerie of TTAT that held quite a number of Sith troopers, or the HSAT which held enough firepower to level whatever pitiful pirate or deranged cult force that currently inhabited this rock to molten slag. They would stand no chance against the combined might of the Dark side of the Force and sheer martial firepower.

The Infidus was by no means one of the regular warships assigned to the main Sith Armada, but none-the-less it was called upon to join the fleet above this planet to join in its reclamation. The bridge was a bustle of activity as servitors and officers scrambled around to monitor the various systems of the warship, while others were seated in the depressed lower-levels of the bridge or on the outside corners, readying weapons or decrypting the constant stream of encrypted chaos that flowed through the ship's communication's channel. Only a single individual stood out against the rest, for the very fact that he was the only one not moving around like a madman. He stood against the viewport of the warship, eyeing the outline of Vjun with greed and lust, his mouth curled into a smug sneer that turned his handsome visage slightly obscene, perhaps showing the true monster hidden underneath that charismatic facade.

The man was dressed like an Imperial officer, but besides the uniform he had a gray cloak slung over his left shoulder, gilded in a bright silver and fastened to his uniform by a gold emblem with the green and blue symbol of a multi-headed hydra in the middle. This man was Kaine Zambrano, Lord Regent of Thyferra to most of the known public in and around the system, but is truly the Minister of Imperial Intelligence in the Sith Empire, who oversees all covert operations of sabotage, espionage, assassinations, and other cloak-and-dagger deeds. His ebony-black hair was kept rather long, about shoulder-length or so, but at the moment was neatly brushed and very much clean. His face was free of blemish or facial hair, and his eyes shined a brilliant emerald green which contrasted well against his pale skin and hair. He thought to himself as he watched the stream of Dragoons dwindle to a handful as they sped towards the surface, This world, old intelligence says it held the castle of the once great Darth Vader... I wonder what secrets may be left within those hallowed halls... and indeed, this may have been the only reason he chose to accompany the Sith to this world.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton flicked on the Baktol Raal's cloaking field as his ship entered normal space, just above Vjun's atmosphere. The Sith battle fleet was setting up picket lines in preparation for the seige of this planet, but that wasn't a concern for the Sith apprentice. It wasn't as if he was to play a major role in the invasion. After all a surgical strike was sometimes more efficient that a hammer blow.

Guiding his ship through the brown grey clouds which blanketed most of the planet's surface, he gently landed the Grey Ghost into the secluded cave that he had scouted months ago. As he powered down his ship, he checked to make sure that the cloaking field was maintained and his sensors had picked up no life forms nearby.

Satisfied he exited his ship and began to make his way to the passage leading to the cellars of Chateau Malreaux. Let them squabble over the remains of Lord Vader's Castle. If his information was correct, there was a more important trove hidden with the walls of the Chateau, and this was treasure he meant to claim for himself.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Stepping over the smoking remains of the guardian droids, Daxton surveyed the ruins of the Chateau library. For a supposed humble castle, it has a surprising number of humanoid and droid defenses. Check that, it had. Those defenses were all gone, either broken, bleeding or sliced in half since he emerged from the cellar and sought the hidden treasure in the family crypt.

The final obstacles out of his way, Daxton used the force to toss the massive wooden shelves aside like matchsticks to reveal the entrance to the family. Channeling the dark side, he fanned his fingers outward, palms flat as he yanked the metal door backward. Slowly it gave way, inch by inch until it could no longer resist and broke open.

For a split second there was a hum and then a click, then rapid stream of energy bolts began to spew outward, catching Daxton in the chest and sending him sprawling through the air. He lay motionless for a minute, maybe even two as the energy bolts continued to spray out in a random pattern. Then with a powerful intake of breath, Daxton moved. Tearing open his robes, once could see the wound he took rapidly closing as the insects on his chest began to pulse and writhe. Summoning his light saber staff he stood up and ignited the twin orange blades, deflecting any laser blasts that came his way as he strode back to the crypt's entrance.

There it was, the final trap, an automatic squad laser cannon designed as the last defense, capable of wiping out any interlopers with ease. He could wait for the energy cells to drain but Daxton was annoyed. With a single clenching motion with his fist, he crushed the barrel of the weapon, causing it to overheat and explode.

Stepping through the smoke he spotted his prize, a pair of sith holocrons. Rumored to be property of Darth Tyranus, they would be a welcome addition to his growing collection. Pocketing his prizes, Daxton deactivated his lightsabers and made his way back to his ship.