Sith Mission: Sympathy for the Devil

[Deviant]

"Thila is a world heavily sympathetic to the Republic, but civil unrest has broken out in recent times, with apologists of the former Empire warring against the government. Either side with protesters and assist them in taking the world, or force the governing officials to comply diplomatically."

@GideonVengeance @Jack

As the neighboring star crawled its way up the barren sky, the transport sailed over the mangled capital of Thila. Levi Reach remained fixed in the corner, leaning against the stiff metal screen of the ship. With his arms crossed and eyes sealed, it would seem as if he was deep in thought-- contemplating the plethora of teachings he had mastered at Korriban. Yet in reality, he was half-asleep, having dozed off from the irksome journey to essentially the only city on the entire planet. When Levi had originally signed up for the campaign to seize this paltry world, he envisioned some entertaining attack involving a dashing maiden to steal away and a few dozen people to decapitate.

Of course, his delusions had only gotten the better of him when he discovered this mission would more than likely be a diplomatic one. Levi never joined the Brotherhood so he could continue waving his hand before defecating some compromise or deal for a pathetic bunch of Republic-loving halfwits. He wanted to beat into their thick skulls that the only way to peace was to give in to the Sith, either that, or hang them high on the city walls. Hopefully, the other two Sith that came along felt the same. And he trusted they were better in combat than in their conversation skills.

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[GideonVengeance]

Aurrewac leaned against the wall of the shuttle, as the dropship descended into Thila. He twirled his lightsaber hilt between his fingers playfully, his mind had been made up. He wanted to deal with the matter swiftly, jot wanting to show any mercy or allow any negotiation to take place. The Sith Brotherhood should be feared, negotiating with a government would show weakness and that isn't what the Brotherhood is about. He would force them to comply, giving them no other option, or else they would die. As he thought about this, he smirked menacingly. Aurrewac would finally be able to showcase his true power ever since he joined the order, he hoped that by completing this mission, he would gain recognition and respect within the council of the Brotherhood.

The plan was simple, rally the supporters of the Sith Brotherhood infiltrate the government building, take out all hostiles, wipe out all those who stand in their way .

Aurrewac's eyes brimmed with determination. He was ready.

 

[Jack]

"The Republic must fall." Eve spat, her green eyes lifting to read the faces of her two comrades. The trip had been quiet and they were relatively new to each others company, or she was to their individually at least. After a moment of silence she spoke up again, pushing her plan for opinion. "We support this protest, eliminating resistance as it presents itself. Take control and claim leadership. Simple enough." She concluded. Though she didn't feel like she needed to mention the more complicated and difficult components. The resistance to the protest could prove more dangerous than it sounded on paper. The Republic were not short of resources to call upon. If they were to do this effortlessly, it would need to be executed swiftly and with precision.

The ship rattled occasionally, pockets of turbulence shaking the craft violently in small spurts. The Echani checked her entire gear over, the armor, weapons and accessories all to be accounted for. The only non-standard piece of equipment she held being a semi-automatic high caliber blaster rifle. She was prepared to kill, and was eager to shed the blood of the Republic scum that would no doubt oppose their intentions, or any allies that would find themselves sympathetic to the Republic. With the region being their main objective, securing Thila provided a security to the rest of the operations. She was expecting a broader resistance than those active for the Republic's cause. The Jedi were forever meddling, though only in tandem with the Brotherhood.

 

[Deviant]

Levi grudgingly cracked an eye open as ironclad assassin broke the silence. He scrutinized her every word, glancing for only a moment at her rather unnerving appearance. Personally, he was not too fond of shuffling around in armor, despite it's perks. He preferred remaining garbed in a modest charcoal robe, his saber clear in view as it dangled from his belt. As the assassin continued to express her thoughts on the issue at hand, he could not help but nod in agreement. "Sounds good to me." He answered, dropping his arms to the side. It was a straightforward enough, though he understood the obstacles that might arise on the way. They would have to be quick in toppling the government, likely by striking the entire administration down in one foul swoop (or massacre, for that matter). After all, how can one call for help with their throat slashed?

The hum of the engine slackened, hinting that they reached the rendezvous point within the city. Levi propped himself off the wall, glaring at the quieter of the two before he added, "Love the enthusiasm guys."

 

[GideonVengeance]

Aurrewac acknowledged Levi's remark, giving a slight nod. His face was covered by his hood, creating a shadowy effect and a sense of mystery about him. He alighted from the ship, seemingly gliding down the ramp of the shuttle as his cloak enveloped his entire body. Their landing had attracted the attention of many people, both supporters and enemies of the Sith Brotherhood. Recognising the Brotherhood's logo that was marked on the side of the ship, the supports of the Brotherhood rallied together, surrounding the dropship while wielding blaster rifles and vibroblades. They shouted cries of war in unison, the atmosphere was one of excitement, having anticipated the arrival of the Sith for sometime now.

On the other side of the spectrum however, republic troopers and Thila security forces rushed out Thila Command building, intimidated by the presence of the unfamiliar dropship. They took up a battle formation, surrounding the entrance of the government building and aiming their blaster rifles towards the intruders and their supporters. The captain of the squad, stood at the front of the lot, his seniority marked by a red line that slashed across his metallic armour and the visor of his helmet.

 

[Jack]

The Echani nodded, at least she had the agreement of one. The other draped himself in all-encompassing robes, making it difficult to take anything into consideration. He ignored her words, and attempts to form some sort of civility before they touched down. Almost on queue, the engines begun spooling down. The ship bumping to the ground with a light rock. The pilot called over the radio to alert the team of their arrival, despite the obvious growing cheering of the supporting resistance. The woman smacked a button on the wall, lowering the ramp and allowing Aurrewac to make his entrance. She nodded to Levi before responding. "Can't get too excited. I've yet to watch the life drain from a man's eyes today." She winked with a smile, her enthusiasm could be wicked at times. Turning away, the Echani lifted and locked her helmet in place. The internal systems booting up while she descended the ramp to the awaiting crowd.

"A nice welcoming party." Eve commented, to no one in particular. She brushed past her companion, making her way to the front of the group that had gathered with them. She stood opposite the Captain, regarding him briefly before looking to the team behind him. The rifle in her hands was let go, the sling around her torso taking the weight and pulling it to her side. Instead her hands found her rigging located at her stomach, clutching a pair of grenades. Both were tossed effortlessly towards the Republic guard, landing with a thud before hissing and rolling a little. Dark smoke spread rapidly from the canister's as the Echani took up her rifle once more. All hell was bound to break loose, the grenades setting the guard on edge as the Captain bounced away for safety before realizing they were only there to deploy smoke. His commands were drowned out as Eve rose her own voice in retaliation. The crowd around her were already eager and hyped up, angry shouts and profanities as they voiced their displeasure at the Republic's reaction to the Sith's arrival. The smoke only added to the chaos, but more so it was Eve. Her voice a loud war ridden cry for blood, her rifle lifted to her shoulder as she unleashed rounds into the distance at the awaiting defense.

 

[Deviant]

Levi chuckled at the assassin's remark before trailing after her down the ramp. The armed civilians cast their praise, bellowing continued obscenities over the Republic as well. He relished in the glory, and savored every second of the taste of power once again. The feeling was fleeting, however, as the woman abruptly took the reigns of leading them. She took no time in tarrying, hurling several smoke grenades to the distant Republic guards. The Captain of the Guard, clearly daunted since their arrival, scrambled to direct them. The rallying cry of the assassin grew in energy and further riled the crowd of dissidents. He almost felt inferior in her presence, baffled by the ghostly power her voice carried. It wasn't until she shot into the smoke that the real battle began.

Spoiler

To his left he saw one of the rebels launch a shell at one of the government-held vehicles, inducing a deafening roar in the square. Insurgents fired into the expanding smoke, rushing forward in a mix of rage and shock. Ordinary civilians retreated away from the unexpected struggle, their panicked shouts minuscule to the barrages of laser fire. Levi shifted ahead, his saber drawn and ready as he attempted to avoid the continued bursts of fire.

 

[GideonVengeance]

Aurrewac stood there in a state of mediation, his eyes shut. He relished the ferocity of his surroundings and used it as a catalyst to ignite the fury within him. "Through strength, I gain Power." He would mutter under his breath. His breathing intensified, as he felt the familiar warmth of the dark side come to alive inside him. He reached for his lightsaber, which was strapped onto the side of his belt, gripping onto it firmly in his right palm. He then held the hilt outwards towards the republic troops, and with a swift click of a button, ignited his red blade. The lightsaber would make a menacing sound as the saber beamed out.

The heat of the moment was getting to him, it called to him and called for an action. He could not procrastinate any longer. Seeing his teammates make their first moves, Aurrewac would shout a battle cry towards the supporters of the Sith. "For glory! For the Empire!" There was almost no hesitation, the command had instantly riled the supporters, causing them to go berserk as they dashed towards the republic troopers, firing their blaster rifles and slashing wildly with their vibroblades.

Aurrewac summoned the force, using it to propel himself upwards as he pounced towards the two republic troopers. As he descended, he kicked towards the head of a trooper while lunging his lightsaber out towards the other's neck.

 

[Commissar Brett]

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Commander Gideon stood his ground, his men shifting beside him uneasily. The explosion of the truck rattled them. Molotovs flew through the air, shattering and sending sheets of flame in plooms about the square. The concrete barriers wouldn't be enough to stop the rush of bodies, but he set his blaster rifle to full auto and released his safety.

"Troopers!" Gideon yelled over the roar of the crowd, the surge of the mob coming towards him and his men. The building behind them stood as the last bastion of Republic control on this world. "Weapons free! Open fire!"

Red particle bolts filled the air as bodies began to hit the floor. The first of the rabble hopped the concrete and was met with the butt of Gideon's rifle. The thug's cheekbone made a snapping sound as his head smacked into the ground hard. Gideon spun around and held the trigger down, spitting blaster bolts into the horde. The mob was full of different peoples of so many shapes, colours, and manner. These were people of the Republic, these were Gideon's people and they were having to kill each other.

Up at that the top of the stairs into the Command Building, heavy repeaters sat on tripods and began firing at full power and full auto. Gideon was terrified. He knew him and his men were getting ready to die, but they had to fight. It was the key to survival; to fight. Gideon fought, and he fought hard.

He drew his vibroknife, stabbed into the neck of another thug. The equipment, the weapons, the armour; Ziost. This was a Brotherhood fight and he already knew that. The Captain watched as red lightsabers swung and activated with that snap-hiss sound they had. He saw as the melee intensified, his men further back running up the steps and firing into the melee, friendly fire now a very real concern.

War was hell, wasn't it?

 

[Jack]

Each shot kicked through her shoulder with a percussion boom, the rifle bouncing with joy as the energy propelled from the barrel with glee. The red particles splitting through the air before meeting flesh. Screams of intense agony erupted shortly after, the rounds heavy and strong but slow. The smoke thickened into a blanket between the majority of the two forces, forcing the assassin to swap her visor to a thermal vision. The heavy weapons platforms stationed on the building would struggle to find precision through the curtain, instead only able to take guessed shots or aim at those who crossed the threshold into their line of sight. Instead the core of the battle lay in a chaos fueled struggle, the two sides striking at each other wildly. It was obvious that the military that opposed the Sith would win without their intervention, so action was required to shift the odds.

Eve dropped a cooling cell to the ground, slugging another in place before thrusting the weapon at an unsuspecting rebel. His eyes wide with fear before interpreting her intentions, he took hold of the weapon and further more the ammo she supplied in addition. His cries of war now echoed ten-fold having felt personally touched by their presence. The white-blonde however took to the skies, her jetpack igniting rapidly to carry her into the skies at speed. Her eyes caught the emplacements atop the command building, knowing full well the damage they would do to the people if they were given the opportunity. The Echani tore through the sky, weaving to dodge the turrets, she dropped onto the roof and anchored herself. For each emplacement, she would angle herself to remain in cover before tossing a grenade at their feet. Moving across to the others and repeating the procedure. At this stage her only focus was to remove the greater threat at hand.

 

[Deviant]

The ensuing chaos was a grand symphony of drums and firebolts, beating in unison to deliver a song of unforgettable praise. Levi assumed himself as the maestro of the orchestra, brandishing his crimson sword to direct the melody of the grisly ballad. The onslaught, quite literally, was music to his ears. The swarm of insurgents pressed against the garrison of defenders as the assault shifted from blaster to brawl. The square had quickly twisted into an entangled mesh of bodies, most of which mingled with the concrete than battling among each other. Levi, emerging from the stretch of smoke, recognized the Captain of the Guard just as they burrowed a knife into some worthless consort. That would be his new target. With his new purpose clear before him, Levi carved through the entanglement of men by means of his saber; his trail comprised of the mangled corpses of Republic defenders.

Few guards pitched their weapons in his direction, as their crossfire only met his blade. Various shots deflected back into the horde of people, most of which splashed against the backs of several rebels. Levi could care less about what happened to the dissenters, they were all just cannon fodder for the greater task at hand: pawns in the bid to install the rule of the Sith. However, the closer Levi approached the citadel, the clearer of a target he became. One of the towers promptly directed their fire, forcing the careless waves of his blade to turn into a flurry of movement as he fought for his life. However, the spire promptly exploded upon itself to the sound of shrieking guards, and Levi studied the cause of his relief rebound to another tower. Now that was a Sith he could respect.

He returned to butcher the defense, unveiling a grin as the battle raged on. There was no concern for the rebels nor the fleeing citizens that stood in his way. All that mattered to him was his own survival and the survival of the Brotherhood. Taking the world would make a great addition to his record, regardless.

War was such a joy, wasn’t it?

 

[Commissar Brett]

This was a mess. This was an absolute, fecking mess. How did Commander Gideon end up here? He swung his rifle, clocking another thug in the jaw, twisting his neck till it broke. A big hulking bastard charged him and he ran at the man, ducking and trucking him over his shoulder. The brute spun end over end as he failed to curtail his momentum. Another thug managed to grab Gideon by the pauldron, pulling him back and to the ground. The assailant got and top and Gideon and straddled him. A female, Twi'lek, in any other circumstance Gideon might've welcomed her domination, but this was not one of those circumstances. She wanted to kill him, and he desperately wanted to live.

She delivered a swift set of knuckles to his mouth, cocking back for the second punch when he threw his weight and rolled on top of her. He slammed her to the ground and drew his sidearm with military fluidity and precision, delivering a very rapid set of three trigger pulls, nailing her to the ground with blue particle bolts. She went limp and he leapt over her, rolling over his rifle and scooping it up perfectly before coming up on his knee with it leveled at the nearest hostile, his mind on autopilot as he fired at targets.

One trigger pull, a Zabrak thug. Two trigger pulls, a pale-skinned human with crazed eyes and a large blade in his hand. Three trigger pulls, a woman lobbing a Molotov that shattered when she dropped it, engulfing her and those nearby in flame. Four trigger pulls, a red blade bats his bolt away. Five trigger pulls, the bolt is batted away once more. On the sixth trigger pull Gideon finally snaps out of his autopilot and registers who he is firing at. A Sith is walking right towards him and his chest tightens, breathing locks up, his racing mind grinding to a halt as he immediately looks to find the fastest route to getting out of this fight and surviving. His fight here is done, and his men know that. He sees his path in his peripheral vision, he breaks off into a run.

He sprints full tilt, ducking between the writhing and chaotic mass of bodies as they muscle for high ground. He loses sight of the Sith and reaches for his bandolier, pulling a thermal imploder off of it. Technically, he isn't supposed to use this, as their are only 5 in the whole garrison. However, he is the commanding officer, so it's his say. He primes the timer and drops it, his sprint becoming more frantic as he tries to clear its blast radius.

He reaches the first step when he feels it. Intense heat, and at first it's like all sound goes into a negative frequency before he feels a push. The he hears the loud bass sound as he feels the pull. He stumbles and falls back, tripping to the side and the pull finishes and the explosion becomes full. It throws him up the stairs aways and rolls, feels as chunks of concrete and ash go flying. He can hardly see through the smoke, all he hears is screaming and blasterfire.

He pushes himself up onto all fours and tries to run up the stairs but falters at first. He looks down at his right thigh and a piece of shrapnel is sticking out of his fatigues just behind the thigh plate. He's been hit, but not bad. Best to leave it in for now, at least it'll stem the bleeding. He limped the rest of the way up the stairs before two of his lieutenants grabbed him. The got under his arms and helped him walk into the building as the rest of the platoon retreated into the main building, setting antipersonnel charges at the last minute just behind the sandbags. The massive durasteel doors closed behind him as fresh bodies, the bodies of the enemy, came rushing up the stairs.

 

[Jack]

Each emplacement ignited with a significant boom, the weapons destroyed and those unable to escape the explosives were injured or even killed. Her kiting around the rooftop drew attention, but sparingly, the large crowd of rebels beneath had proven a big enough worry. Blaster fire danced past her occasionally while those that survived her explosives aimed their attention specifically at her. With the large weapons out of the picture, they troops would be free to advance on the reinforced building without large losses. Instead the woman's eyes found the other Sith accompanying her, his gait carrying him through the filth with reckless passion. His target being the commander who lead the defence. A smile creeping across her face as she was relatively certain the kill was confirmed. Only it wasn't.

The man scrambled away, and Eve could feel the fear in him. She could sense it, and her bloodlust had her nearly diving over the edge to intercept him and the building, but she held respect for her comrade and let him go. Her partner would find him, and get his revenge. She would let him prove his own worth, having already proved hers. Her attention pulled from the blinding focus the Dark Side had while feeding of the Commander just as the implosion rocked through the courtyard. Ducking unnecessarily, she placed herself behind cover as shrapnel of all forms crashed into the building and tore through the soldiers and rebels outside. Her head peeking out after the last had fallen, only for her eyes to fall on a rather devestating image. A literal crater had formed, blood strewn everywhere thick with dust and debris.

With no viable defensive force left they would be free to start their assault on the building. Heavy weapons and explosives employed by the rebels in hopes of creating an entrance. Eve herself at other plans. She lithely moved across the top of the building, searching for another way in. The whole upstairs had been boarded off. The building was moving more secure than she had originally hoped. The reverse of the building had a small balcony, a porch beneath with a reinforced entrance. The balcony entrance however was less so. Hailing her partner over the radio, she called through. "I've got a way in, if you have the rebels focus on the front entrance we can get in through the back."

@Deviant

 

[Deviant]

Levi sensed the manifesting aura of fear within the Captain, fueling his raging desire to slaughter the last of the guards. His next blow was a clean incision directly through one of the defenders: from the shoulder and all the way to the thigh. Yet, there was fear everywhere: in the rebels, in the loyalists, and even faintly deep in himself. It was the fear of loss that paraded inside of his mind, and it was that dread that urged him to continue fighting. The citadel was standing before him, waiting to be stormed and razed to into the earth. The final thread of Republic control just hanging in wait to be clipped. However, the very fear that drove him forward held him back, so he stood there in the midst of the bloodshed with apprehension. A foreboding angst had gripped him. Then came the scorching inferno.

His body was screaming. Not merely pain, but as if someone had rattled it awake with a roar. Air crawled from the lips in a broken gasp, yet the outside frigid draft could not find their way into his lungs. The pain came en masse, blooming across his ribs and burrowing into his flesh, leaving him to grit his teeth for a brief second. The detonation left a multitude of minor burns across his limbs, but he was more than capable enough shake it off and prop himself off from the ground. He peered at his surroundings, noticing charred bodies, moaning insurgents, and a generous crater. There was no explaining as to how no shrapnel had pierced his slender frame, nor his lack of any major burns: perhaps a sudden bout of the force redirected the incoming debris at the last second, or one of the rebels were kind enough to take one for the team. Nevertheless, Levi was alive and he was in a good enough condition to endure the battle. The Captain, however, would not end in the same way when he'd find him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the cackle of his damaged radio: "I've got a way in-- rebels-- front-- we-- get through-- back." Levi got the gist of what the assassin meant, and he howled at the rebels to charge into the entrance of the bastion, although he could not hear his own voice: only the ringing of his ears. He clambered back onto his feet and dusted off some rubble from his shoulder. Now his path was clear, and he gently made his way to the structure. His lips whistled in anticipation, right before he made a great leap from a pyramid of crates and onto a scalded tower, and then a valiant upsurge to the roof. It was nothing less of a miracle as he sailed through the caliginous breeze and clasped his hands to the edge, dangling from the post. Levi hoisted himself up as if he was timing himself to meet up with his Sith colleague. He could still fight-- he could still kill, as he had adapted to the negligible burns, learning to ignore it. And with his ally, this would end comfortably.

He eventually reached to where the other Sith settled upon and crouched nearby her. He cocked his head to his left and in her direction, inquiring piously. "What do you have in mind now?"

 

[Commissar Brett]

The enemy crossed the threshold outside. The only reason Gideon knew this was the boom heard. The bodies rushed towards the door before being shredded by the shrapnel wave from the antipersonnel charges. Metal shards ricocheted and bounced about and splintered wood, creating a killbox of rending death. Not long after that, there came a pounding against the door. They were trying to break it down. One of the troopers swept the debris off a nearby table while the other helped the Commander onto it, laying him out. A medic ran up and assessed the wound in his leg, gauged the possibility of removing the shrapnel.

"This hunk of metal is the only thing stemming the bleeding. I don't have enough coagulant lying around to do it otherwise." He stated simply, looking his commander in the eye.

"Well?" Gideon coughed, wincing at the ache in his muscles. It had barely been two minutes since the explosion and he was already being forced back into his role. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"I was gonna cut it and grind it, hit you with some stims so that you don't feel it till later."

"If there is a 'later'..." He remarked solemnly. The medic gave him a look, and Gideon nodded in silent reply. The medic gestured to some other troopers and they held the commander down, offering him a belt near his mouth.

"Bite." The medic told Gideon, who did what was necessary.

Gideon rolled his eyes and lifted his head, craning his neck to the his mouth onto the leather belt. The leather audibly gave way between his teeth as he sunk them into it. The fusion cutter sparked to life as the medic took it close to the base of the protrusion. The cutter melted the base of the shard, the intense heat searing new pain into the commander's sensory system. He roared into the strip of leather that kept him from biting though his tongue and lips, the shard of shrapnel soon breaking off. Around the group others rushed about, running back and forth, checking wounded, grabbing ammo and supplies. The room continued to be filled by the rhythmic thumping of the blast doors, a pounding wardrum that one might count bodies like sheep to the beat of it.

The fusion cutted ceased and Gideon's shoulder fell back to the table, his breathing frantic and ragged. Drool ran back from the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks, teeth still buried in the leather belt. The hunk of metal in his leg only protruded outward about half an inch, enough to not be unwieldy. The medic loaded up a multi-injector with a combat stimulant, a painkiller combo, and an anti-inflammatory in case the metal struck bone, as this would somewhat stem the physical symptoms of a broken bone. Blackened bruising and extreme swelling would be offset for a short time, so they had a window.

The second the stimulant hit Gideon, his breathing became heavier and his eyes widened. He felt the fresh rush of energy running through him. The troopers that held him down before, now all slightly achy from having to resist his fighting back, backed off and stepped back while he shot up, sitting slightly hunched. His forehead and hair were soaked with sweat, his body less achy than it'd been a few moments ago. He swung his legs around and grabbed his rifle, ready for a last stand. He had just over a hundred men holding this garrison and he ran the numbers as he slapped a fresh magazine into his blaster rifle, turning his body towards the blast door.

"If we have shotguns, break them out. Make sure that balcony on the second floor has a full squad guarding it, those Sith will probably try use it as an entrance." He pointed back at the stone staircase, turning to insure that it was still usable for cover. "Heavy repeaters and grenade launchers there. Use concussion, not frag. Keep the blast radius small but high lethality." He turned back around to face the door. The face of the commander was one that was stoic, but not without fear or pain. He seemed ready. He seemed to think this was it. Maybe he was wrong, maybe he was right. Either way he might die. Hair was plastered to his face with a mix of sweat and blood, dirt sitting in his stubble. "We hold them here. Make a killbox and hope we make it out alive."

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Elsewhere in the city, citizens of the Republic refused to back down. Soldiers were dying on their behalf when all should've been fighting. People rallied in the streets. Armed citizens carried their weapons, slugthrowers and blaster and pitchforks if they had to. The evening was rolling in, twilight settling over the capital city. Mobs of loyal citizens marched on the Republic Army Garrison, refusing to have their world overthrown by religious cultists and sorcerers. The marched into the square and saw as the Thermal Imploder went off, hundreds of meters away. Their pace quickened, their gestalt anger and courage growing with every step. This wasn't a riot or a rollick of abandon and chaos, this was a people fighting for the democracy they cherished. The loyalist weren't lying down.

Armies tremble when Good Men go to War.

 

[Jack]

The town had been thrown into complete chaos and there were few ways out now for the Sith, their objective was clear upon landing and they would finish it. Even with the two of them Eve felt more than comfortable with their odds. She had been waiting upon the balcony for assistance for fear that her next plan would not be so flawless without the support. She was sure they would be guarding the entire inside of the building heavily, and there was a good chance the door they stood next to had enemy on the other side. She pulled out two concussion grenades, placing them on the ground at her feet. Then pulled her lightsaber free, igniting the crimson blade to life in her grip. Like clockwork her partner turned up, inquiring as to her plan. She nodded towards the door as she spoke. "Two pronged attack, no doubt they'll be defending but if we could flank them inside then we have a better chance."

With a quick flip and a stab, she shoved the tip of her blade into the reinforced walls. The barricade holding the door together was strong but not impenetrable. The crimson tore through the material and burned it away to produce a hole. Inside she heard voices. A quick grin to her partner, she picked up her grenades and activated both before tossing them through the hole and into the building. With the walls and proximity there was very little chance the opponents inside would survive. Not moments later a both loud and dull explosion rocked through the wall. Her body pulling down reflexively. Immediately after she drove her blade into the material again, pulling on it to start carving out an entrance for the both of them to get through.

 

[Deviant]

How dare they.

Levi reviewed the droves of maddened civilians take to the streets, marching to the citadel for a long-dead ideal. They should have known better: there was no crossing the Brotherhood. And now, there they were, offering themselves up to be slaughtered like the cattle they were. Levi found it disgusting. In his heart, he believed it would be better to massacre every single one of these paltry loyalists and let the god-forsaken planet run with their blood. Yet in his mind, he knew there was no way two Sith could take a world that was beset entirely against them. He (and his associate, in this case) would have to hammer into their heads that the Brotherhood was the superior course to take. After all, better their fall be swift and graceful than end with a brutal invasion. Considering the emerging issue at hand for a brief second, he proceeded to haul himself to the balcony door with the other Sith.

Levi had to give it to her, the assassin was as canny as she was dangerous. Her apt movements left a solid impression on him, especially from earlier, where she indirectly saved his life. It wasn't something he was open to admitting, though. Keeping a close eye to his surroundings, Levi made sure there was nobody watching their clandestine crusade through the back door. He exchanged a terse smirk with his accomplice, right before she pitched a duo of grenades to take out what the both thought were more guards. Accordingly, he followed her haste in shaping a door on her other side in an effort to appear helpful. His own maroon saber, similar in color to the stains across his outfit, melted through the thick plating of the entrance. The flow of his blade mirrored that of the woman's as he made certain the cut was neat and precise. He looked over at her, sharing another grin before he let words slip from his mouth.

"What is your name anyhow? I never caught it." He inquired in his natural nonchalant tone of voice, returning his gaze to the cuts of his blade. Levi trusted there was nothing left alive behind the door, but there was no in telling. His brain was too rattled from the harrowing explosion to properly focus on what laid inside.

 

[Jack]

The plasma from their combined blades tore through the material quickly, their combined efforts forming a more complete entrance for the two of them to pass through. On the other side Men lay broken and unable to fight, the grenade incapacitating all of those in the vicinity to varying degrees. Some groaned and sought out the source of their pain with fists, while others lay silence. To Eve, it was simple, their path was obvious and they had taken up arms not without choice. They had known what they were fighting for, what they resembled. In doing so, so did Eve. When the last of the material peeled away in a molten heap and leave the door. Eve regarded her companion to answer his question. "Eve." She didn't ask for his, not yet.

Ducking through the material, the Sith was presented the results of her grenades. A quick scowl and her lightsaber was brought across each one. The crimson blade striking through armor and flesh like a knife through butter. Their suffering finalized. She left some to her companion, whether he slaughtered them or let them lay in their own suffering was his call. She would be eager to see his decision. Though more important manners lay at hand, their were on the upper floor and subject to reinforcements from below. They'd managed to get inside, but they would both need to work together to dispose of the remaining forces. If they could open up the barricaded front doors and let the remaining forces through, taking the rest of the building and by proxy turning the entire tide of the conflict. They could consider their job done.

 

[Deviant]

Levi could only nod his head at her reply. Eve. It was a pretty name for a Sith like herself. And whether she was lying about it or not didn't matter, Levi didn't care much for names. Only skill.

Regardless, skill looked to be the assassin's middle name. Her explosive proved itself rewarding, evident by the bodies of soldiers that littered the disheveled room. She never ceased to impress him, although that was another fact he wasn't intent on pointing out. Better the two keep conversation off the table for now: there was a mission that needed completing. At least there was something to enjoy out of it, however. A handful of the guards persisted in clinging to life like a child to it's toy. Unfortunately for them, they refused to die as quick a death compared to their charred comrades. It wasn't like they had any choice. Levi recognized Eve casually weave past several twitching bodies, her blade effortlessly carving through each one. She was merciful, but he was not one to present the easy way out for such Republic-loving wretches. They didn't deserve his pity, and he desired only to watch them die bit by bit.

And that was what he did exactly. He passed by only the several individuals left writhing on the floor that his colleague spared for him, making deep yet not fatal markings on each one. Of course they cried out in pain, and of course Levi displayed no thought of it. They were inferior pigs, nothing more and nothing less.

 

[Jack]

The explosives from their initial entry had warranted an inspection by a small group of soldiers. Making their way up the stairway the same time as Eve and Levi made theirs down. With Eve in the lead she had the pleasure of seeing them first and immediately screaming a blood curdling war cry, she charged rapidly and burst past the first two, literally shoving them to the side as she made for the rear of the pack. Their reactions both surprised and terrified, blasters tossed away with shoves. Slamming into one of the two at the back, her lightsabers carved through a leg while her shoulder exploded with the force and threw him back into the other behind him. She launched herself forward, the plasma blade piercing through the chest of the one she had initially charged, then followed with two swift round strikes to silence the second.

The downstairs remaining republic guard set in as best defensive positions for a breach from the main door, which was being hounded by the Sith's militia repeatedly, but from behind they were completely vulnerable. The forces sent to intercept the Sith had been removed from their duty and now the Sith were free to finalize their assault. Eve launched a force wave into the room, enough to knock men either to their rear or off balance to give both Levi and herself room to engage. Her crimson blades danced through the room as she launched forward in a final push to clear the remainder of the building.