Silence. For some, it was cause to contemplate, concentrate, refrain from saying or doing anything that would break the spell of meditating in all the confines of silence, silence, silence. Jedi or Sith, mind you not. Solace was achieved, spending moments thinking of this and that, that and this; preparing the soul and the spirit for what lay ahead.
Mind you, for some, it was the cue for something else, and that ‘something else’ was the call of chaos and carnage.
Today it came in the form of Silence. The starship bridged the distance between space and planet, crossing the stars as though the luminaries were merely lightbulbs to light the way between attempt and victory, for only a Jedi would claim ‘defeat’ today.
It came with dark, it came with light; a black hull amid the white burst of engines that propelled the ship onward toward its quarry. Vandyne lie ahead. Death waited within it. The Sith had ensured it. Death would ensue.
Silence glided ahead, silent and still, opening its armaments especially if fired upon, and otherwise touching down with barely a whisper before its captain would exit the airlock and upon the rock with a smile on his face.
“HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!” Kayden Skyler decreed. He was not one to break cliche or turn a trope upside down. Nay, he was one to roll and run with it. So he exited his Silence with a crew in tow, leading the vanguard with black saber swinging wildly but not without control.
The Sith Marauder looked nothing short of, sporting grey armor spiked and sliced, and his mute crew much and the same, if without the edge of the Force. The lot of them descended upon Vandyne no less, with intent to purge and persecute, and they were not alone...
Mind you, for some, it was the cue for something else, and that ‘something else’ was the call of chaos and carnage.
Today it came in the form of Silence. The starship bridged the distance between space and planet, crossing the stars as though the luminaries were merely lightbulbs to light the way between attempt and victory, for only a Jedi would claim ‘defeat’ today.
It came with dark, it came with light; a black hull amid the white burst of engines that propelled the ship onward toward its quarry. Vandyne lie ahead. Death waited within it. The Sith had ensured it. Death would ensue.
Silence glided ahead, silent and still, opening its armaments especially if fired upon, and otherwise touching down with barely a whisper before its captain would exit the airlock and upon the rock with a smile on his face.
“HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!” Kayden Skyler decreed. He was not one to break cliche or turn a trope upside down. Nay, he was one to roll and run with it. So he exited his Silence with a crew in tow, leading the vanguard with black saber swinging wildly but not without control.
The Sith Marauder looked nothing short of, sporting grey armor spiked and sliced, and his mute crew much and the same, if without the edge of the Force. The lot of them descended upon Vandyne no less, with intent to purge and persecute, and they were not alone...
@Tulos