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Lorrd... from space it seemed peaceful enough, its dull earthen surface drifting quietly against the cold void, silent witness to a galaxy in turmoil. Like so many things in the universe though, such peace was an illusion. With a long history steeped in the blood of tyrants and martyrs alike, Lorrd was a world mired in tragedy. Few knew this better than Mila. Born in a cradle of poverty, raised from obscurity to the halls of Korriban, abandoned by those she had relied on most, her whole life had been spent in pursuit of retribution and reconciliation. And if she was to ever have her chance at either, she knew that chance lay here. As a child she could have scarcely dreamed of this day, as a Sith she had done nothing but long for it. To escape the treachery and misery of her past by planting her boot on the throats of those who had driven her to become what she was.
They had made their monster. And she had finally come home.
Watching the fleet tear into the Argazdan ships, raking their formations with barrage after barrage of deadly laser fire, Mila felt a strange mixture of contentment and spite that she had never known before. Observing the battle from the relative safety of her command ship was like being spectator to a macabre play of sorts, the Sith ships moving in carefully choreographed formations to outflank the enemy. What little resistance the Argazdan ships offered was easily swept aside, routing even their most stubborn defenses in what seemed like a matter of moments. She had come expecting more, fully prepared to fight tooth and nail just to grace the soil of her homeworld again. But this... this was hardly a competition. For all her preparations and planning, her enemies had left her wanting for challenge. Pitiful.
"What's our status, Captain?" Her eyes never flinched from the battle as she addressed the officer.
"Nearly within range. Once our forces clear the last of the enemy from orbit, we can commence bombardments on your order."
"Excellent. Begin laying in coordinates for Quatamer."
"At once."
Quatamer had been a proud city once, a monument to those who had fought and died in the centuries past to free their world from the yoke of slavery. In recent years however, it had become a festering hive of treachery. Home to countless Lorrdians who had chosen to collaborate with the Argazdans rather than resist. They lived in comfort on the dime of the local Regent Governor while their fellow Lorrdians suffered and died by the thousands in slave pits. They were cowards all in her eyes, worthy of neither respect nor a dignified death. So it was decided that she would raze their city from orbit as a show of force to those who would deny her people peace.
"Coordinates laid in, ma'am. We will be within range in moments."
In front of them the Sith fleet had blazed a path, marred by the shattered husks of dozens of Argazdan ships. Her ship would have the honor of firing the first volley, to be joined quickly by others until she was satisfied that Quatamer was scattered to the winds as flecks of blackened glass. "Prepare all batteries to commence firing on my mark." Just a few hundred more meters separated her from retribution. She could nearly taste it. As he ship loomed closer however, a sudden flare of light split the heavens to streak towards her ship. The Star Destroyer shuddered briefly as power surged through it's hull, overloading systems and sending a shockwave of darkness throughout it's interior. The bridge fell dark, illuminated by the eerie red hue of the ship's emergency lighting.
"What happened!!?" She whirled to face the Captain.
"I... don't know. Our systems are down." He replied in a panic, the crew frantically trying to bring the ship's systems back online.
"Sir! Enemy craft approaching off our port bow!"
Mila glanced with the Captain, her naked eye able to spot the fast approaching cruiser. The ship fired several vollies into the hull of the stricken Star Destroyer, causing it to groan and tremble in protest. "Get our weapons online now!" The crew hurried to meet her orders, yet there was little they could do to stop what was to happen next.
"She's going to ram!" A crewman shouted.
The Captain, eyes wide, started to blurt out the order to brace for impact, but he was a moment too late. The Argazdan ship slammed into the hull of the Star Destroyer, an intense ball of orange flames erupting from the point of impact as both ships were shunted violently. Mila tumbled to the floor, thrown off balance by the sheer force of the impact, regaining her composure as the ship began to list noticeably beneath her. Hauling herself back up to her feet, she could only watch as the Argazdan ship shattered against her own, dragging it down into Lorrd's gravity well. She thought to order her crew to do something, but she knew there was nothing that could be done. They were headed for a crash landing, and there was only one order she could give.
"Sound the alarm, general quarters. All hands abandon ship."
Alarms screeched throughout the ship as the Captain's voice echoed over the internal broadcast system. Their ship was going down, and it was every man for themselves...
@Sierrien
They had made their monster. And she had finally come home.
Watching the fleet tear into the Argazdan ships, raking their formations with barrage after barrage of deadly laser fire, Mila felt a strange mixture of contentment and spite that she had never known before. Observing the battle from the relative safety of her command ship was like being spectator to a macabre play of sorts, the Sith ships moving in carefully choreographed formations to outflank the enemy. What little resistance the Argazdan ships offered was easily swept aside, routing even their most stubborn defenses in what seemed like a matter of moments. She had come expecting more, fully prepared to fight tooth and nail just to grace the soil of her homeworld again. But this... this was hardly a competition. For all her preparations and planning, her enemies had left her wanting for challenge. Pitiful.
"What's our status, Captain?" Her eyes never flinched from the battle as she addressed the officer.
"Nearly within range. Once our forces clear the last of the enemy from orbit, we can commence bombardments on your order."
"Excellent. Begin laying in coordinates for Quatamer."
"At once."
Quatamer had been a proud city once, a monument to those who had fought and died in the centuries past to free their world from the yoke of slavery. In recent years however, it had become a festering hive of treachery. Home to countless Lorrdians who had chosen to collaborate with the Argazdans rather than resist. They lived in comfort on the dime of the local Regent Governor while their fellow Lorrdians suffered and died by the thousands in slave pits. They were cowards all in her eyes, worthy of neither respect nor a dignified death. So it was decided that she would raze their city from orbit as a show of force to those who would deny her people peace.
"Coordinates laid in, ma'am. We will be within range in moments."
In front of them the Sith fleet had blazed a path, marred by the shattered husks of dozens of Argazdan ships. Her ship would have the honor of firing the first volley, to be joined quickly by others until she was satisfied that Quatamer was scattered to the winds as flecks of blackened glass. "Prepare all batteries to commence firing on my mark." Just a few hundred more meters separated her from retribution. She could nearly taste it. As he ship loomed closer however, a sudden flare of light split the heavens to streak towards her ship. The Star Destroyer shuddered briefly as power surged through it's hull, overloading systems and sending a shockwave of darkness throughout it's interior. The bridge fell dark, illuminated by the eerie red hue of the ship's emergency lighting.
"What happened!!?" She whirled to face the Captain.
"I... don't know. Our systems are down." He replied in a panic, the crew frantically trying to bring the ship's systems back online.
"Sir! Enemy craft approaching off our port bow!"
Mila glanced with the Captain, her naked eye able to spot the fast approaching cruiser. The ship fired several vollies into the hull of the stricken Star Destroyer, causing it to groan and tremble in protest. "Get our weapons online now!" The crew hurried to meet her orders, yet there was little they could do to stop what was to happen next.
"She's going to ram!" A crewman shouted.
The Captain, eyes wide, started to blurt out the order to brace for impact, but he was a moment too late. The Argazdan ship slammed into the hull of the Star Destroyer, an intense ball of orange flames erupting from the point of impact as both ships were shunted violently. Mila tumbled to the floor, thrown off balance by the sheer force of the impact, regaining her composure as the ship began to list noticeably beneath her. Hauling herself back up to her feet, she could only watch as the Argazdan ship shattered against her own, dragging it down into Lorrd's gravity well. She thought to order her crew to do something, but she knew there was nothing that could be done. They were headed for a crash landing, and there was only one order she could give.
"Sound the alarm, general quarters. All hands abandon ship."
Alarms screeched throughout the ship as the Captain's voice echoed over the internal broadcast system. Their ship was going down, and it was every man for themselves...
@Sierrien