[Sith/Imperial Mission] A Grand View of Gand

[crab]

The Icarus-class star courier’s pristine white hull began to turn a shade of red as it entered the planet’s toxic atmosphere. Inside, a squad of stormtroopers sat in silence, awaiting touchdown. They were there to accompany the Sith in the event that a trio of angry force users wasn’t enough to “convince” the population of Gand to respect Imperial rule. It may have been unnecessary, but it was an effective mental image to burn into the psyches of the insectoids.

“Just a few minutes to the capital.” The pilot called over the ship’s PA system. “The planet’s toxic to humans, so get your breathing masks ready.”

Kaarl groaned at the announcement, pushing away his half-eaten Nerf steak he had been enjoying in the ship’s empty mess hall. He stood, grabbed his shocktrooper helmet, and slid it on his head. It sealed with a hiss. Checking his vitals to make everything was working correctly, he unholstered his lightsaber and stomped his way towards the passenger bay. When he arrived, he braced himself against the side of the hull and prepared for the disembark.

“Time to fix this bug problem.” He said aloud to no one in particular. His stomach was full and he was ready for some post-meal entertainment.

@Tom @LordOfShadows

 

[Tom]

Veran stood inside the ship, arms crossed, eyes closed. His sabers waited on his belt, and what were they waiting for? He had done only one thing with these blades: kill. Kill, beat, destroy. That was all he ever did with them. Did he regret this? Not in the slightest. Why should he? He was fighting for his... empire. He had spent long away, and when he figured out that an emperor had been put atop the pecking order, he had achieved a level of joy he'd only felt when he touched down upon the surface of korriban for the first time. He had done many missions, often involving the elimination of the enemies of the sith.

But today was not one of those days. He was going to deal with... gand. He had done so before, and while they were easy to defeat... they were easy to defeat. There was no challenge in eliminating them, no challenge in what he was about to do. Nevertheless, he put a gas mask over his face, deeply breathing from the filtered air. When he heard what his companion had to say, he simply shrugged. "Wouldn't call it a problem. Would call it a slight inconvenience. They're not worthy of being called a serious problem."