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Sal stood aboard the Imperial transport, looking out the small open slits in the sliding side-doors down at the planet below. Belsavis was an interesting place, one that somehow managed to survive despite the hazardous conditions commong throughout the planet. The Devaronian could see some heavy infantry and other ground-based transports speeding along the small pockets of green that littered the planet. No doubt, they were heading to the forward command center as he and his companion were. The scientist-sorcerer for once kept a rather neutral expression as he looked up from the outside view back into the large interior of the transport ship he and Nayel were aboard. Sal knew little about the Legionairre who had been paired up with him- so long as he kept the sorcerer alive, he could care less about his background in truth. The sith still had no spells to truly call his own, a frustrating constant that dogged him at every corner it seemed, what good was a sorcerer who didn't have his own spells to sorcer-er with?
The snowy white skinned sith gave an exaggerated pout to himself as he heard the blasterfire of the holdout militia starting to fire at their landing craft as well as the others now flying alongside them. Belsavis was formally a de jure dominion of the Empire, yet, it functioned more like an independent colony despite formally admitting Imperial control. This relationship, it seemed, was unsuitable in the eyes of the Dark Council, which is why they had sent him and Nayel to stamp out the last pocket of resistance that was keeping them from consolidating their control over the planet: Lt. Rhel Korrado. Sal sighed as he thought about how loooong this day was going to be, he could already feel his makeup and mascara starting to sweat off his beautiful face slowly but surely. Why couldn't he just be left alone to research in peace back in his laboratory? Sure Belsavis was a short jump from the Deep Core, but it felt like an eternity when considering the glorious science that kept his mind back in the lab.
The sith, tried to lift his spirits by focusing back on his little cute troopers who were now under his and Nayel's command (although, admittedly, the latter man likely had more knowledge and sway with managing an assault force, thus Sal left such things to him). The landing craft they were in was filled up with around 30 or so imperial troopers now preparing their weapons and holding on tight as flak and anti-aircraft projectiles were lobbed into the air by the holdout militia. Yeesh, some of them looked as pale as a ghost, whiter than even him, if such a thing was possible. Sal smiled to no one in particular as he looked around the cramped interior of the landing craft, "Just remember kiddos, shoot first and ask questions later" he said, tapping the temple of his forehead, hoping that the fighters absorbed some of his almighty sage wisdom.
"5 Minutes until arrival, prepare to disembark" the captain spoke over the landing craft's PA system. It seemed they were almost there. Korrado was holed up with his militia in an old military base, from there he had ships and artillery at his disposal. They would need to take out those big guns first as well as mop up his men, then the two Imperials could kick it back, drink a few cocktails, and watch the grunts flood the base and butcher anyone who stood in their way. It was a piece of cake with extra frosting, without a doubt.
All the while, the sound of blaster fire grew ever louder, the atmosphere in the ship grew tense. They were about to go into the fray.
OOC: Sal is wearing all the gear and armor listed in his bio, as well as the assault drone which is aboard the landing craft with him and Nayel. He is wearing his normal white labcoat over his Dewback armor, though the lower half is cut short to allow for easy moving. He has 3x ammo for both his Trishot and Sunspear pistol, as well as his two cans of Firespray.
@Tristar