Attack on the Senate - Spaceport

[Vinny]

Hanna City, Chandrilla | 3:42, Wednesday Afternoon | Only Open to 2 Republic Opposition | OOC​

Chandrilla was a peaceful world, far removed from the conflicts that raged across the Galaxy. The beating heart of the Republic. While Coruscant was the gemstone, Chandrilla was the Crown in which it was set. The symbol of it's unity and the ideals it represented. The city itself was a beauteous white-buildings that reminded Cain of Alderaan. The clouds hung low in the sky, the world felt so very still, like it was holding it's breath. Despite that sensation, the people on the quiet world went about their daily lives as if nothing was amiss. Yet there was a poison sliding its way through the world's arteries. Several Systech vessels, the same vessels that always delivered supplies and armaments to the Guards stationed at the Republic Senate Building, were devoid of the equipment that the defenders so needed. Instead, the armored and scan-protected hulls of the vessel hid Darth Cain, High Priest of the Sith and his compatriot Darth Rwun, the newest member of the Dark Council. Accompanying them were a good number of Sith Priests and Warriors. In the other transports in the caravan behind them; Stormtroopers.

Darth Cain sat liesurely in the cargo-hold, humming a lilting tune. His eyes flicked up to the Sith Warrior who had taken up a spot nearby and he gave a pleasant nod. Cain wore his full armor today-his helmet designed to accentuate the horrific force wound that disfigured his face. Six glowing red eyes burned through the clear slits of plasteel on the front. His robes and cloak were concealing enough to prevent prying eyes from noticing the veritable armory he carried with him. His experiences in the past had taught him not to rely on his sorcery alone. He ran a lazy thumb down the side of the curved hilt lightsaber on his right hip before he rose to his feet. He gestured to the large metal crate at the center of the cargo hold. Inside nearly fifty canisters blinked with angry red light. The tension of the cargo hold grew heavier as he opened his mouth to speak.

"The vessel will land in the security loading dock, the moment we land all of you will immediately proceed with the assault. Destroy every defender, we are not here to take prisoners today. These people are Heretics, hapless fools who scorn the glory of the Empire and the beatific worship of the Dark Side. It is only through expunging them that we will begin to repair the damage that has been done. Disorder must be crushed. Order is all that shall remain. Darth Rwun and I will make to secure the primary dock terminal and shut the blast doors-we do not want anyone in or out until it is time to leave. Two of you will secure an escape vessel for us. The rest of you..." Cain paused, the high quality speakers agumenting his voice so that it carried throughout the hangar. "Spread the poison throughout the Docking Bays and kill anyone who resists it's effects. The maddened civilians and guards will serve as a proper buffer. Let the Republic Defenders kill their own."

The Sith around him nodded their grim understanding. Each of them felt like a growing inferno in the force, each of them fed off of his zeal, his devotion. Let them grow stronger, Cain thought, let them feel the power of the dark side lift them up and give them strength. This plan, that had been so carefully concocted, had been waiting for months since the sabotage of the shield generators that surrounded the Senate Building. The weapons emplacements that protected the structure would be unable to fire inside and defend it. Only the Senatorial Guard was stationed at the structure, there was no evidence that a full garrison had been set up in the building. The Republic was overconfident in the planets defenses. This would be their undoing.

The sound of machinery outside the shuttle brought all inside to silence. The repulsorlifts that maintained the shuttle's altitude began to wind down. There was a shift as the shuttle turned to dock it's cargo facing the interior. Outside Cain could hear the sounds of several docking crew members rush up to the vessel and attach fueling clamps. One Sith took up a canister from the container and armed it. There was a low hum as the other shuttles landed alongside it.

"Get those supplies unloaded! We're hurting here!" One voice called from outside.

"Shut it will you? No talking about supply levels." Another voice reprimanded.

There was a ripple of amusement that seemed to cascade from each of the sith inside the vessel. Cain's lip curled beneath his mask. This was almost too easy. There was a loud thud, and then the doors to the cargo bay opened. Cain moved into position, nodding once to Darth Rwun before standing behind the solitary Sith with the canister. The other warriors and priests moved into position as well. The bay doors lowered until all eyes met with the single Dock Worker standing behind the ship-bay controller in hand. He stared at them, they stared back, his eyes went wide and his skin went pale, and the Sith threw the canister right at him. It exploded-sending the dock worker flying and sending a cloud of green and black smoke billowing out into the air.

Men screamed as blasterfire erupted from the Systech vessels on either side of the one Cain had ridden in. Stormtroopers poured out-blasters putting down surprised security and workers alike. Cain drew his lightsaber and strode out into the chaos-men on their knees gripping their heads as the sith poison did it's horrible work to the minds of those untouched by the force. Two sith activated the repulsors on the container with the remaining sith poison and began moving it quickly toward the other side of the docking bay. Cain casually deflected a rogue blasterbolt and sent it flying back into the sender's chest. Security alarms blared, but it was too late.

"I think I will make today a holiday. Care to join me Darth Rwun?" Darth Cain drawled and charged toward the stairs leading up to the primary dock terminal.

 

[Narsi]

Hidden back in the corner of the ship's hold, a dark shadow cloaked in black armor, Ruwn grimaced under his mask. Of all the troops and partners, he'd been stuck with the zealots. Honestly he should've expected it, what with the way his luck was going these days. It was in the air too, their force damned zeal filling the ship like a horribly bad fart. Shaking his head, Ruwn leaned back against the ship and closed his eyes, trying his best to stay patient as he waited for the mission to get going. And what a mission it was too, surprise attacking the senate itself? Genius, and well worth a little momentary discomfort, heck maybe now he'd be able to get back at that Onderon guy. Still, the sound of machinery and voices, when it came, was most welcome and it was enough to bring Ruwn out of his "hiding spot."

Careful to stay quiet, he moved out into the open amongst the other Sith, taking a position alongside Cain by the canisters of poison. When the bay doors lowered, Ruwn nearly broke out laughing at the poor dock worker, his emotionless mask just able to hide his silent giggle fit from the others as they rushed out like a wave of death. For his part Ruwn spent the time spreading the canisters about while the others murdered the opposition, mostly because he wanted to observe its effects. To his practiced eye, the force seemed to rise up and envelope each victim, coiling around them like a snake. It was interesting the way he could see their very souls darken and twist, the effects compounding as they inhaled more and more poison. Turning away at Cain's call, he superstitiously reached up to turn on his mask filter, inhibiting any great quantities of the gas from reaching him, even if he hadn't noticed any effects yet. Sith he might be, and a Darth no less, but he was dark enough for his tastes, and he certainly didn't want some poison shoving him over the edge.

Casually drawing his own saber, adding one more red blade to the masses, Ruwn strode up to meet Darth Cain, casually striking down a particularly bold worker on the way. For a moment they faced the stairs together, facing destiny itself, it was time. Alongside his fellow Darth, only a few feet behind him and to his left, Ruwn charged up the staircase with lightsaber afloat.

 

[Vinny]

The stairs that worked their way up to the primary dock terminal shunted first to the right and then left before leveling out for several meters and stopping at the door itself. Obviously this was to force combatants moving up the steps to show their back to the primary terminal door on the level above. A simple enough design trait-and effective if they had not been up against trained imperial troops and two lords of the Dark Council. Cain strode toward the steps, casually sidestepping a bolt that came his way from an odd angle. He glanced at the sender who-in a state of panic brought on by sith poison-leapt from his perch and landed on his head.

Cain stifled the wave of amusement and instead tilted his gaze to take in the Imperial trooper who had pushed the main cargo of poison-gas containers toward one of the many ventilation chutes spread throughout the outer docking port. The structure was so huge that just one would do nothing-it would take a sizable payload to actually taint the air of the complex. Fortunately, Cain had brought just such an amount. The soldier began to arm the charges and drop them into the shaft while Cain ascended the steps and made a beeline for the Primary Terminal.

The door flew open-a pair of republic troopers standing behind it. One opened fire and Cain ducked low as he rounded the steps and made his ascent toward the leveled out area. The soldiers fired wildly, but Cain drew his weapon and hurled it-letting it arc through the air and decapitate his prey before returning to his hand. One soldier dropped-dead. The other scurried back while the security personnel in the terminal itself moved to defend it. Cain did not wait for Rwun to catch up. He lunged, drawing on his power and sending a concussive mental blast into the room. Foaming mouths and lulled eyes greeted Cain and Rwun as they strode inside. Cain turned to the terminal and drew out a datacord from his wrist mounted computer. Attaching it to the terminal he tapped in a few keys.

"I need just a second or two to get the doors shut." He said to Rwun. "Cover me."

 

[Narsi]

So far the most substantial opposition had been the stair design, the defensible position forcing an extra bit of caution during their advance. Other than that, it seemed as if they were home free. The sheer spontaneity of the attack had rendered most of the Senate defenses useless, and those that remained weren't exactly putting up a fight. Well they were, just not an effective one, Ruwn and Cain had sliced through it like butter more or less by themselves. Heck he had yet to see a stormtrooper fall to enemy blaster fire. It seemed however, that this wasn't the case for the other teams.

He'd been fulfilling Cain's request when it happened, batting away blaster bolts whilst the other Darth worked. Suddenly, out of the blue, a strong presence in the force vanished, one that had been broadcasting strongly ever since they'd arrived. For a brief moment Ruwn faltered, nearly staggering in his surprise, before recovering and decapitating a rising soldier. So the Emperor himself had fallen, how unexpected, not to mention worrying. That meant old Melonhead was probably in control now, not good, at all. Henry made a face under his mask, he'd probably have to take some measures to butter up the Dark Lord, he really didn't need someone that high on the command chain after him. He didn't give much thought as to just whom had preformed the deed, no doubt Darth Atrox would inform them if he made it, but if Ruwn had to guess, his money was on the former SL Venator.

Time passed quickly in battle, and soon there was no one left in the immediate area to threaten them. It was just him and Cain, and the terminal Cain was hacking. He didn't drop his guard however, if anything he became even more vigilant, prowling around with his red lightsaber activated. Just because things were going well right now didn't mean they would stay that way.
@Vinny

 

[Vinny]

Darth Cain kept one of his eyes on the chaos below as he entered the last few commands. Slicers aboard a vessel in orbit quickly went to work tearing through the terminal's security clearance layers until nothing but tatters remained. In moments-there was a tremendous roar of jubilation and terror as the massive blast doors moved into place. Sheer hunks of metal that had once had been intended to defend the senate building were now walls holding the defenders inside with their own killers. The poetry of the moment was not lost on Cain. Not until he felt a tremendous shift in the force. He turned-glancing at Rwun. There was a churning in Rwun's presence. So it was true.

Cain steadied himself. There was no need to panic. Such was the way of battle. The Emperor had fallen but that very same emperor's ghost would curse them if they cowered at the moment of his fall. Cain drew back his lips in a sneer and reached for the intercom. His voice dropped low as he spoke only to Rwun.

"Fortunately. I have been preparing for such an occurrence." Cain's cold words rattled like bones on steel. He flicked the intercom on; "Faithful! The spaceport is nearly ours. The senate surely lays in tatters. The galaxy shudders at our advance. And yet..." Cain paused for dramatic effect, "...and yet our Emperor has fallen. These fools seem to think that by destroying the emperor that they can purge the dark side from their world. They think to hurt our faith and our morale. They seek to divide our loyalty-break our Zeal." Cain bore his teeth.

"VENGEANCE FOR THE EMPEROR! LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE! SHOW THEM JUST HOW WRONG THEY ARE!"

The explosion of malice that came from the sith soldiers outside the terminal was... intoxicating. Cain drank of their zeal-drowning in it. They would fight until there was nothing left now. Cain hit the intercom and had to steady himself to stop from laughing and weeping. He had crowned Kyuss himself and had not been present to see him off. He would reclaim the body-though. That he swore. He turned to Rwun.

"Our Emperor is Dead-but the mission is not over."

@Narsi

 

[Narsi]

Looking around, half disgusted with the zealous thrills around him, Ruwn had only one sentence for the other Darth. "Actually, I'm fairly sure the mission IS over." Everywhere he looked he saw only destruction and domination, nearly no traces of resistance remaining within the spaceport. The blast doors were closed, no one would be leaving that way, no senators at least. All the guards were dead, most of the civvies too, except for the ones currently thrashing about in the thrall of the Sith poison, they weren't exactly raring for battle however. Even if a sudden surprise complement of shock troops were to come rushing out of some random hiding space, just what would they be able to accomplish when faced with a mostly uninjured horde of stormtroopers and Sith? Heck, considering the current levels of rage and hate in said Sith, even a battalion of Jedi would probably be insufficient.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Ruwn turned back to Cain, smirking under his mask. "Yeah I'm fairly sure this spaceport is ours." Suddenly a young man broke cover from behind a packing crate, running into plain view and firing a pistol as he shouted forth some patriotic spiel. He made it a grand total of four steps before being mobbed by a swarm of cloaked figures and red lightsabers. Ruwn watched for a moment, wide eyed as the crowd of Sith ripped the man limb from limb, before clearing his throat and returning his focus to the other Darth, "Well, perhaps there is some....mopping up to do. I'll go check around just in case, make sure there aren't any more surprises in store for us."

Calling two stormtroopers to his side, Ruwn did just that, investigating the nooks and crannys of the spaceport with immense prejudice. Anyone they uncovered was quickly gunned down, usually amidst pleas for mercy and sobbing cries. With every moment, the mission grew even nearer to true completion, and all hope fading away under the sheer might of the dark side.

 

[Vinny]

Cain mused for a moment while Ruwn shifted from a teasing retort to pressing his efforts to clear the spaceport. Already the entirety of the interior of the spaceport was a sickly green color. Those who hadn't killed themselves out of madness were either catatonic or attempting to kill one another in a state of blissful madness. Cain ignored the carnage, focusing on the body of the Emperor. He could sense it in the distance, despite the life force ebbing from it he knew that it still carried tremendous power. He would have to return it to Moraband posthaste.

Turning on his heel he made his way down the steps. The Spaceport was utterly secure, not a sane soul would enter without suffering the wrath of the forces Cain had brought with him. He crossed his arms behind his back and nodded to a pair of Sith warriors. The two formed up on either side of him and he lead them to one of the halls leading into the Senate Building. The gates had been forced open and the poison gas was already seeping into the greater hallways. Security personnel were screaming in the distance.

Cain steeled himself, and marched off to retrieve the body of an Emperor.

 

[Narsi]

"Ready, set, fight!" Ruwn fired his pistol in the air and jumped back out of the way as two dockworkers charged towards each other. Before him was a makeshift arena composed of stacked up crates and corpses, any gaps filled with armed stormtroopers. Up on top of the boxes were hordes of cheering Sith, several of them exchanging credits as the show raged on before them. In the "ring" both civilians were currently bashing at each other with makeshift weapons, both frothing at the mouth with pure rage and hate.

It wasn't much of a fight to be honest. Sure it was entertaining, but in terms of actual skill and expertise.....It was exactly like watching two untrained innocents being forced to fight each other. They had guts all right, gifted by the dark side injection they had received, but were lacking nearly everything else and it had him wondering about the viability of the Sith Poison. It looked good and gave big flashy results, but it sure wasn't very efficient, in a real battle the time spent spreading the poison could be better spent distributing blaster wounds. And what if someone was resistant to the poison? Or if it negatively affected their own troops? Ruwn shook his head slowly in disappointment from his front row view. It was fine for terrorism, but the poison definitely needed more testing before being used in more risky endeavors.

A loud wet sounding crunch returned his focus to the fight, just in time to see one of the men finish smashing in the others face. Instantly the victor was subdued by a rough collection of force grips. Multiple Sith lending their strength and forcing the raving madman back into his corner. Jumping onto a crate, Ruwn looked over the crowd and beckoned to the "prep team" who were currently forcing large quantities of gas down the throat of a very fat Togrutan.

"Time for round two, place your bets now folks!"

 

[Vinny]

While Darth Ruwn was contenting himself with putting the various applications of the newly re-discovered Sith Poison through it's paces, Cain was marching through the connecting hallway that lead from the Spaceport and into the Senate Building Proper. Personally, Cain would have rather observed the Sith Poison himself, he had played a hand in rediscovering the ancient toxin and had wondered if the current strain was useful enough to be wielded in a real combat situation. His guess was probably not-it had activated rather slowly on first breath. The current variant would probably only be good used on a bladed weapon.

Cain stroked his chin as he walked with several Sith bodyguards. His labyrinthine mind had almost distracted him from the purpose of his diversion. The Emperor's body. He felt heat rise to his face-that was shameful that he had been distracted by such thoughts. He cleared his throat and checked the hallway beyond. Already the poison had spread throughout the Outer Senate Building and was beginning to pass through air vents and into the central parts of the structure. In short order the entire senate building would be tearing itself apart. Nothing would remain alive-or sane. He supposed that was vengeance enough for the Emperor. For now at least.

They passed through the second layer of antechambers and into the large hallway that circled the Senate Chambers. The sounds of screaming and pain could be heard beyond the massive blast doors. To his right, two dignitaries had just finished tearing the arms out of a third's sockets. Another had been trying to pry the head off of a protocol droid, with little success. It would seem that Politicians were still weak in body.

Cain pursed his lips. Trash.

"Kill them. I'll see to these blast doors." Cain said, and turned toward the fixtures.

 

[Narsi]

The roar was deafening, cheers and whoops rattling off the ceiling and walls. If not for the corpses and blaster burns, one would never believe that a massacre had just occurred within those very same walls. Not that the massacre had stopped, it had just slowed its pace somewhat, and was being carried out somewhat indirectly. The arena had grown as well, several ships having been ripped apart for seats and parts to bolster the makeshift structure. It now had some structurally deficient grandstands and actual siding, and a much larger pile of dead corpses off to the side.

As for himself, Ruwn had gotten a cushy little pedestal up across from the audience and he had an amazing view of the current travesty that was occurring. The Togrutan had his opponent secured underneath his massive bulk, and Ruwn had a very good angle to see the manboob currently rolling over the poor dockworkers face. This was the third time in a row too, and the SECOND time he would be losing some credits. Seriously, this time they'd given the dockworker a blaster rifle with three shots left, only to discover that the poisoned apparently didn't retain the intelligence necessary to use it. Instead the man had charged up close and started swinging the rifle about like a club.

Just like the other two, the blows were absorbed by the immense layer of blubber whilst the Togrutan swung his arms about like wet noodles. Eventually the Togrutan had managed to belly bump his competitor to the ground and then fallen on top. They were now watching the poor bottom feeder slowly die as his ribs and lungs gave out, very slowly. Ruwn winced as he watched the head tailed alien rip a chunk out his victims cheek, swallowing without even chewing and then leaning down for more. Letting out a sigh, Ruwn fished a small sack of credits out of his pocket and tossed it to a stormtrooper beneath him, glaring at the man whom he could feel smirking behind the white helmet.

Watching a team of Sith roll the winner back to his corner, Ruwn leaned over to the prep team. "Give the next one a knife."

 

[Vinny]

The vision of carnage that took place behind Darth Cain as he wrenched the blast doors open was something that to most would be unspeakable. To Cain, it was expected. Templars were relentless and they existed to cow their enemies with shows of absolute and unspeakable wrath. These same acts would draw their allies to feel pride and fanatical passion for the war-masters leading them into battle. Cain turned his head and looked at the bloodbath before returning his gaze to the blasted hall beyond.

The Senate rotunda smelled of rotten corpses already. Bodies littered the ground and the few attempts at rescue had been snuffed out by the poison gas leaking into the facility. Cain glanced down at the center of the place, a flared burn mark was etched into the ground. Several feet away lay part of the corpse that belonged to the once Emperor Kyuss. Cain shook his head, he could feel the rage burning in the hearts of his templars. He raised a hand to still them and made his way to the corpse.

"Gather the other pieces. I will ensure his ghost survives."

Cain dropped to his knees next to the deceased torso. Closing his eyes and resisting the ache of loss in his chest, he reached into the everflowing current of the dark side and began to draw it into his person-he pushed it outward, a preserving cloak to wrap around Kyuss' body. As he did so, a small spark of energy danced from his fingertips and the corpse twitched slightly. Cain reached out and touched the head of the deceased Emperor, his brain activity forced into the most spartan form of function. It was enough. Darth Cain feasted until he had copied all he could, then he allowed the repose spell to take effect.

He turned to regard the body, pity creasing his features. He rose to his feet.

"The Dark Side was with him. He will be returned to it." Cain said, and used the force to levitate the burned out husk, leading it back toward the corridors outside.

 

[Narsi]

Ruwn grinned as he caught the small sack that was tossed at him, happily weighing it in his palm despite the boos that filled the "stadium." Before him was something best described as a collapsed pile of lard, still thrashing weakly on the floor despite massive blood loss. Looming over the fallen fatty was the cause of all the booing, a skinny Zabrak dressed in what had once been the clothing of a senatorial aide. Tied to each of the horned alien's limbs were various pointed objects, a screwdriver, a sharp sliver of wood, a kitchen knife, even a fork, all affixed in choice places to help enhance the Zabrak's mindless blows. The prep team had definitely been overzealous in fulfilling his request, mayhap they'd lost a few credits themselves in the earlier fight?

Taking a deep breath, Ruwn jumped on his pedestal and put on his best announcer voice. "LETS HEAR IT FOR.....STABBY THE HORNY ZABRY! Prep team, please be careful in your retrieval, we've just seen where those knives have been and we truly value your efforts here, don't need you catching anything." His weak attempt at a joke was met with even louder booing, and a onrushing wave of thrown objects. Dipping and dodging, Ruwn grabbed up his pedestal in the force and levitated it front of him as a shield, wincing as squishy blue fruits splattered against it. Seriously, where had they gotten fruits and veggies from? And where the heck was their aim? You'd think a bunch of force sensitives and trained soldiers would hit a little closer to the mark rather than missing his shield. "HEY NO THROWING THINGS AT SITH LORDS, NEXT PERSON TO THROW SOMETHING GETS FORCE FED THE DEAD TOGRUTAN."

That made them stop dead, for the five seconds it took a sorcerer to incinerate the remains, the plump corpse disappearing in a burst of arcane fire. Stunned silence filled the air for a moment, and then with a roar of approval, the throwing recommenced. Diving off the stage, Ruwn just managed to avoid an avalanche of various items, cowering out of sight as the barrage continued. Perhaps he should've informed the audience of Stabby's unique weaponry this round, but then he wouldn't have been able to win any bets, everyone knew an overfilled balloons weakness was pointy things. Jerking back as a particularly skilled thrower managed to land a....toaster right next to his head, Ruwn came to a conclusion, time for a retreat.

Poking his head out for a second, Ruwn pointed at a Legion trooper who'd caught his eye in the front row. "YOU, THE BUSTY RODIAN BABE, GET UP HERE! YOUR THE NEW ANNOUNCER!" That done, the Sith Lord ducked back out sight and hopped off the stage, the deafening roar of approval at his choice helping him along.

 

[Vinny]

Cain was greeted by several of his priests, who had left the festivities in the outer halls and hangar to assist him in securing the corpse. He tilted his head at one of them, frowning and they urged a hover-gurney into his path. Cain lowered the dessicated body of the late Emperor gingerly atop its surface before crossing his arms behind his back. Those present quickly formed up as an honor guard. Two in front, three on each side and two behind Cain who walked directly behind the gurney. The grim procession made its way down the path and back towards the hangar.
It was as he came within earshot of the chaos that Cain glanced toward one of his priests.

"My lord. Lord Ruwn has taken to entertaining himself and the troops by hosting a 'fight club' of sorts." The priest said, inclining his head and looking decidedly judgemental of the Darth's behavior. Darth Cain gave him a withering look and returned his focus to walking. It was only when they arrived that Cain was able to take in the full breadth of Ruwn's festivities. It was... barbaric. Cain's lip twisted.

"All in good fun." He said and nodded to the escape shuttle they had chosen. "Get the body aboard." He ordered and walked over to the monstrosity of an arena. Standing just a few paces behind the others present to watch.

 

[Narsi]

Ruwn stood impassively as Stabby's corpse impacted the siding right in front of him, the frail body snapping on impact with the hard metal wall. Carefully, he stoop up on his tippy toes and peeked over the top, internally wincing at the very visible shattered bones and viscera spray. It seemed an impressive array of knives just wasn't enough to compensate for such a size and strength difference. Seriously, where had they gotten a Wookiee from? He certainly didn't remember seeing one earlier. As for the crowd, they were happy again, more than happy actually judging by the way the entire makeshift stadium was shaking.

Looking around boringly as they bundled up the winner, Ruwn suddenly became aware that several of the priests that had accompanied them were back now. They were also escorting something on a hover-gurney, and he could FEEL the contents even from afar, the former Emperor himself, meh. Dead bodies were dead bodies, good only for practical jokes and inducing despair in loved ones. Personally, he was more worried about the consequences of said body being dead, and who would fill the void. Unfortunately, he doubted that it would be him doing any of the filling. On the brighter side, he still had a chance to make a friend with one of the fillers. Tapping a commander on the shoulder, Ruwn told him to start getting everything packed up and wandered off to find Cain.

He found the other Sith at another part of the arena, standing slightly behind another group and watching. With a chuckle, Ruwn came up behind and threw an arm around the man's shoulders. "Enjoying the show comrade? I know its a bit gory for such a snazzy place, but hey it keeps the troops entertained and didn't cost US a penny. Even better, we don't have to pack anything up when we leave, just up and go at a word." Ruwn made a wide sweeping gesture with his palm, indicating the troops that had even now begun to gather around. "Oh, its your word were all waiting on by the way."

 

[Vinny]

Cain raised an eyebrow when the other sith threw his arm over his shoulder. Honestly he had to admit, he didn't hate the man. He thought his antics were a bit too much on some occasions, but he preferred the other Darth's to be more lively. Sith were passionate beings, to brood and sulk in the darkness was an affront to everything they stood for. He was glad the other was enjoying his work. He shot his peer a grin and let out a dramatic sigh as if it pained him to say what came next.

"As much as I am genuinely enjoying what you've crafted here, my friend." Cain said slowly, taking in the sight of another pitfight raring up to go. "We have done what we came here to do." He nodded to the escape shuttle. They had already loaded up the corpse and the ship was warming up. A sith commander nearby heard their exchange and quickly set about rounding up his rowdy men. "That said..." He grinned broadly and turned a lazy gaze to Rwun. "That doesn't mean we can't find ways to enjoy ourselves once we return home. I own a cantina on Dromund Kaas. Care to join me in burying myself in slaves?"

He turned, regardless, and made his way onto the craft. The sounds of screaming and poison induced madness still roared about them as he settled into the comfortable chair. More sith took command of vessels not their own, security overrided or just smashed through. Before long, a hodge podge armada of stolen vessels began to rise off the planet. Beneath them, smoke churned from the capital. The Republic was broken. It would not be long before the galaxy heard of this, and soon the great institution that stood in the path of Sith conquest would fall to pieces.

Cain smiled; And he had played his part.