"In the absence of orders you act" The memory from Cyrian's training rang out in his ear. "And in the presence of your betters you attend to their commands."
The Empire was gone for him, but it's training still rang true in his mind. The mind of a trooper was militant and obedient, and he was...
The sustained fire was overwhelming Cyrian's troopers. Though they were driven to complete a mission, the resources of the Sith were far too few now. Far too few to be wasted on an attack such as this. Far too few to even treat a small skirmish as anything less than a crippling defeat should all...
The incoming blaster fire from the front seemed to peel off, and Cyrian suspected that the adversary was falling back. The squad had pressed up a few meters at his call for an advance, maintaining surpressing fire of horried red singing blasts that smacked the now vacant hut in front of them...
Cyrian understood the risk to the mission with the targets before him. The secrecy of their operation was important for as long as it could be maintained. The viper droids were an incredibly unfortunate target to come across for the purposes of stealth, and as easy as it would be to handle the...
Sith Trooper doctrine suggested that prisoners should only be taken if directed for the purpose of the mission. They were trained on weapons that were specifically intended to reduce the burden on the war efforts and to ensure that they were not making vengeful dissidents.
Those days may have...
When Cyrian had moved up with the Sith Champion, he had not anticipated being immediately left on the ground. The Sith were of right to move without ground cover, but this young one was likely going to get himself killed. As blaster shots poured out from a hut further down the line, Cyrian and...
Cyrian had only asked the necessary questions for their mission. A battle of Kashyyyk would have serious dangers, but their objective was not to directly engage adversarial forces. The Sith had opted to take their advantages and not expose themselves to unnecessary dangers. This was perfectly...
Though Cyrian did not fully understand the plan he did believe in the mission. He believed that they needed to neutralize serious points of opposition that might expose them and cause trouble throughout that mission. Though they were masked from the immediate signal the rambling search light...
Upon the given signal, Cyrian found a harsh excitement. So often were plans not put into action as they waited for their perfect opportunity. And yet even more often plans were not properly made before a half baked assault was initiated. Those tacts had all but lost the wars that he had fought...
At long last Cyrian had found his way back into the service of the Sith. It had been years in the dark emptiness searching for signs of the dark lords, and now he had been graced to back in their service. The years after the fall of the Empire had hardly been kind to him. He had refused to give...
Cyrian did not understand the purpose of the small creature that spoke to them, nor did he question it. It was not his place to question his betters. Perhaps if more in the Empire had understood that it would not be a hollow shell of what it had once proudly been. He instead listened to the...
Cyrian had been labeled as MIA for years. Where once there had been the proud servant of an Empire, he was now dismally hateful of the new way. How the Empire could so willingly betray it's soul and go along without the Sith was absurd. He was a Soldier of the Sith Empire, not some faithless...
The Feldseers Fall
Station Tavern | Calphiria Mining Station
Outer Rim
The Feldseers Fall was not a welcoming place. It was a miners dive bar. The music played from an audio system that was breaking down and the lights were dim more from shorted fuses than an intentional ambience...
Sergeant Cyrian Vrax was at the command of dorn company of the 96th Assault Corps Brigade. They were brought here to bare against an enemy that they did not understand, nor were they rightfully required to. They were under orders to participate in a military operation with Mandalorians in the...
"The only thing I've seen matter on most reports was mission accomplished or mission failed. Typically higher has never asked about how many people came back." Cyrian replied matter-of-factly. There was no real accountability for losses, as the mission came first. The Troopers were well trained...
That was an interesting question to Cyrian, so he thought that perhaps it would be a valuable moment for them both to be given a degree of transparency as it pertained to their background. He was getting the impression that their worlds were so separate that perhaps they each knew very little...
The smile on the Sith helped ease Cyrians mind. It seemed that he was not immediately to be taken to be executed which was a good thing. He recalled in training that such threats were common should one step out of their place, and he'd also seen it acted on. This however gave him new hope that...
This was a strange way of doing business. Perhaps that was the lesson that was to be learned here. That the Mandalorians were honorable warriors with strange codes that dictated informing the enemy that they were preparing to fight. It was a very odd thing that Cyrian had never seen. He'd fought...
"If you weren't as capable as you were I doubt that you'd be out there fighting rebels alone." Cyrian replied. "But had you not been born with such ability, we'd have still been able to make a great Assault Trooper out of you. You have a knack for the fight. I can tell."
Cyrian shrugged at her...
Her response prompted a chuckle from Cyrian. He was not expecting that approach. He had hardly come across a Sith that would give him the time of day so he was not very certain what her station was. He had always been told that their awesome power was not to be questioned, and he was a dutiful...