Cinder
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Yavin 4 - After the Conquest
The transport ship trembled as it entered the atmosphere of the jungle moon. Cinder sat, unmoving in his seat as the ship pushed further through the thick atmosphere of Yavin 4. the Dark Side was palpable in the air, radiating from the planet itself and resonating with the people within this very ship. An elite group of Sith and operatives sent to quell the rebellious Massassi. Naught more but powerful brutes native to this planet, only good to serve as slaves, but their link to the Dark Side made them powerful they were hardly more intelligent than beasts. And when pet tried to bite the hand of its master, it was punished; if it did not learn it's lesson then, it was put down.
Cinder found it hard to contain his excitement, he breathed loudly under the helmet of his armour, the scars of his burnt body ached in anticipation. The hatred and violence of the indigenous people below permeated the air. The Sith could taste it, and invisible to all others, under the helmet a feral grin transfixed his face.
Eventually the ship finished piercing the atmosphere and stabilized before dropping down towards the landing point. As the crew and passenger disembarked a middle age human with short cropped blond hair and the countenance of a bureaucrat wearing an imperial officer uniform, surely one of the ones in charge of the slave camp, greeted them. "My Lords, we have been expecting you. I am Commander Arol. The savages are truly becoming an issue, the ones in the nearby camp have been getting more and more violent. Speaking nonsense about this moon being the birthright."
Cinder walked passed the Imperial Officer. "The weak have no rights." The fully armoured man said he stepped down the dirt path towards the jungle. He could feel the aggression and hate of the Massassi as clearly as a compass could detect north, the slave camp would not be hard to find. "Their only birthright, is the dirt."
@Cainhurst Crow
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