Storm Over Ellora

[Darth Kravos]

The alarms sounded on the bridge of the Imperial frigate that alerted the crews and passengers that it was about to come out of hyperspace. The pilots were already belted into their fighters, the marines and ground troops were at the ready, and the gun crews were at their stations. Everyone knew what was coming, and that meant that they were all slightly on edge.

The Dark Lord grabbed his helmet and made his way to the bridge, looking out at the streaking stars that quickly turned to pinpricks, leaving the planet of Ellora to fill the viewport. The Dark Lord could sense the tensions of everyone aboard, knowing that combat was soon to come and violence would soon fill the sky and ground below.

Darth Kravos looked over at Siris next to him before looking out at the viewport. No doubt, the Jedi would now be seeing the fleet from Ziost dropping out of hyperspace above their world, and Kravos wasn't enthusiastic about giving them time to flee or escape. No, this was vengeance for the death of a friend, and the Dark Lord was tired of ignoring what had happened. The end had come.

OOC: This is only open to space resistance. No magically appearing aboard the Imperial ships.

@Orbit

 

[Siris Drast]

Siris already stood in the viewport, gazing outwards towards the planet of Ellora. It was their target and soon it would be nothing more than just a speck on the galaxy map. The power of their fleet was unmatched and he would be surprised if they anyone tried to resist. It was better than they just accepted their fate instead of trying to prolong the inevitable. Unlike Kravos, Siris was adorned in his typical clothes, choosing comfort over protection. Even if Jedi managed to sneak aboard the ship, he was the High Executioner and he didn't have that title for no reason. He had his arms crossed and stood there patiently, waiting for his partner as he soon heard footsteps. Siris glanced over to Kravos before returning his gaze back to the planet Ellora, exhaling softly as it reflected in his eyes.

"Let's begin." Siris glanced over to one of the officers on deck, nodding his head as he gave the order for the fighters to launch. Both of the Sith Lords could see multiple hangers open from different ships before fighters swarmed out and formed a sort of protective barrier. They would be there to catch any ships that tried to make it off the planet and slow their escape or act as a wall to let them prepare for a counter attack. Next, the officer spoke into the comm system again, relaying orders to each of their frigates to aim their cannons at the planet. It would take a few moments for the cannons to find their targets with pinpoint accuracy. "If you're one for speeches now is the time, otherwise I'll let you give the kill order." This was personal for Kravos and Siris knew it, he would let the man have his satisfaction.

Siris leaned forward, placing his hands on the railing while he gazed down onto the planet of Ellora. Finally, they could unleash what they have built after so long.

 

[Darth Kravos]

Kravos almost laughed as Siris asked if he was one for giving speeches. It was almost like Siris didn't know him at all. What do you think? he quipped. No, there wouldn't be any speeches. Every moment they wasted was one more moment for the Jedi to begin their evacuation, and he wasn't interested in that.

Open fire, he said, turning to one of the lead officers. There was already a fighter screen set in place and he could see the squadrons flooding out of the ship, but there were areas for the ships to maneuver into position and open fire. Dozens of turbolasers opened up and streaked toward the Jedi Temple below. They pounded against the temple below, beginning the process of ending the Jedi.

It was only a matter of time at this point. The Jedi had no chance of standing against the Empire anymore, and that meant it was only a matter of time until the galaxy was rid of them. Every stone and life smashed to pieces under the turbolasers was one step closer to the end. And all Kravos could feel was a sense of satisfaction. This was his revenge, and he would enjoy every moment of it.

 

[Spencer Ward]

It's been quite some time since the last time Spencer Ward has been to Ellora. The ex-Jedi Shadow was one of the people on the Jedi expedition team to rediscover the lost ancient Jedi world. It took the Jedi a lot of effort to get the ancient temple up and running, but it will all be for nought as the Sith are here to erase the Jedi presence word. The Jedi had hoped that Ellora would go un noticed by the Sith, as it took tons of diligent research in the archives and libraries of Jedha to get to the planet in the first place. But not long after Spencer's defection from the Order he informed Darth Evandrus about Ellora, making them aware of the ancient Jedi world.

The new Judgement Head Warden was in a standard Imperial Starfighter, in a flight suit and other flight gear, all strapped in and ready to go. Spencer is ready to assist with his craft to deliver retribution to the Jedi. The Jedi have murdered Cregan. Spencer's best friend, and loving father to a newborn daughter. The Jedi should have no respite for this.

With all systems go, the Head Warden and Sith Master has his starfighter launched with all the others, forming up with them among the swarm of other Imperial fighters. The plan is obvious. The Jedi aren't allowed to get off this world.

It wasn't before too long and Spencer could see a rain of turbolasers descend upon the planet. No doubt targeting the temple, the turbolasers should destroy it with the temple having no defenses in place, just like what happened at Jedha. The ex-Jedi felt nothing for the lives to be lost. He isn't going to shed any tears over the Jedi Order being dismantled either.

 

[Siris Drast]

Siris gave a dark chuckle as Kravos quipped back at him, his fingers tightening around the railing as they waited for the strike to commence. The Dark Lord gave the word to fire and their fleet responded, opening up their cannons and pummeling the Jedi and temples down below. It was a rain of red bolts, each one marking death for everyone that called that planet their home. Siris waited for a few moments as the barrage continued before finally holding up his hand. The turbolasers immediately halted fire, the officer now looking back to Siris and awaiting a further command. Siris glanced back at Kravos, "As you know, I like to be thorough." He leaned back up to a standing position before opening a comm to the right side of the fighter screen, "Dispatch and scan the temple, make sure nothing is alive." His voice would speak in Spencer's ear, expecting the order to be done with the rest of the fighters.

With that done, Siris looked back to the officer, "Once the fighters return I want you to continue your barrage, make the only thing left a crater." The officer nodded, relaying the orders and telling the rest of the fleet to keep the cannons at the ready. Nobody was escaping this and the swarm of fighters descending on the ruins would confirm that. Siris spoke to Kravos now with the hint of the smirk on his lips, "With your new position I was kinda excited for one." The sweep would only take a few moments and the fighters had an open fire order on anything that moved on the temple's grounds. They would only need to wait a few more minutes before everything was finally over with.

 

[Dennys Waszylla]

Ah, it had been so long since Dennys had flown a starfighter. Thanks to his experience as a soldier, though, the cobwebs were shaken off quite quickly. He'd borrowed an Imperial Starfighter, having wanted to help out Kravos and Andraste in wiping out the Jedi after Cregan's death, so now it was time to truly open a can of whoop-ass on these punk-ass bitches. He'd decorated his cockpit with a variety of souvenirs he had gathered over his various vacations, all tastefully arranged in a way that didn't limit his ability to use the ship or cause problems with his view. He idly tapped a doll to the right of his HUD that started to move like dancing, a grass-like skirt moving back and forth as he launched from Kravos' flagship. Dennys Waszylla, Sith BADASS, ready to launch.

Once he was in space he would start accepting whatever targets that came to him from the command center. Weapons were live, thrusters were at full power, and these Jedi would never know what hit them. They'd taken one of his best friends away, they'd made his little girl cry at Cregan's death. There was no amount of pain that he could visit on the Jedi that would ever make up for seeing tears on her face. This would be just the first step. He headed for his quadrant, waiting for any ships to show up ready to be destroyed. He knew there weren't any Younglings here, the temple was too new. All that would be left would be bodies.

 

[Spencer Ward]

"On it, sir." In response to the whispers in Spencer's ear, he would push the throttle on his fighters to zoom forth keeping formation with the other fighters sent out to confirm the temple's destruction, entering the atmosphere safely. Spencer remembers what happened last time he arrived to the world, the unexpected storm shot down the expedition freighter. This will not happen again as the fighters will come in on the temple through a path that will avoid the worst of the storm and come down on the Ellora without too much issues. The storm that covers the planet's only continent constant danger but the other Imperial fighter pilots were briefed before coming here.

Visibility is low even with headlights turned on as they finished their porch , but feeling through the force, Spencer would feel nothing but death. Not even the light side force energies from wellspring from the Shine inside. And as per his orders, Spencer and the other fighters did initiate scans as they passed by of the Jedi temple. The temple has collapsed in on itself and bares innumerable craters from turbolaser impacts. It is no doubt destroyed. Scans are turning up nothing as well. "Scans are picking up nothing. No signs of life Returning to the fleet" the ex-Jedi Shadow would report over the comlink. With that, the Imperial fighters would turn back and begin heading up to orbit, of course flying to avoid the worst part's of the planet's superstorm.

The initial bombardment must have done it for everyone inside. The attack was swift and without mercy, no time for the Jedi to do anything. That and the temple was only recently reclaimed. Suffice it to say, the Ellora Temple is history.

@Orbit @Phoenix

 

[Darth Kravos]

Kravos heard the reports come in that there were no escapees or survivors. That meant their job was done and in the clear. At least the first part was done. Now all that was left to turn the remainder of the temple into a crater. Fighters had been swooping down on the temple and moments later pulled back. Kravos nodded to the officer and the bombardment continued. The position would be pounded into a molten slag with nothing and no one left.

You'll have to keep waiting, he said as Siris chuckled and said he hoped they could get a speech. Today wasn't the day for long or drawn out speeches. It was vengeance, and vengeance was dangerous enough without bravado. Despite the feeling of satisfaction, he couldn't help but think that there were things he probably could have done differently. Perhaps he could have gone back and done this before Evandrus was killed... no. What-ifs never got anyone anywhere.

Today was a victory, and that was all that mattered. More fights would come in the following days, but for now, he was content to reduce this temple to molten slag.

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