Mid Samekh
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- Joined
- Apr 9, 2019
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Mid made his way up the stairway, lightsabre in hand. Rowan was walking right next to him and they were being followed by a crowd of people. Mid had a use for them...
Poor agent Bray was forced to stay behind, too badly injured to carry on the fight, but he did his job and he did it well. That's all that mattered. And when their mission was done he would be immediately shipped back to a SE medical facility. Rowan mentioned having grenades...then proceeded to voice the idea of destroying the tower. Mid turned his head to look at him, his shocked expression was hidden behind his helmet. "What the hell?! No, I don't think that would be necessary, jeez." he tried his best to stifle the disbelieved laugh in his voice.
As much fun as it would be, it would be too much of a hassle to send a simple message. Plus with the planet's infrastructure in ruins already, it leaves very little room to leave the presidential structure in ruins as well. "No, we just bust the doors down and get rid of the leadership. I would not mind bringing down the building with them in it but we're going to need this building. No need to weaken the planet's economy any further, anyway." he explained to the Sith as they walked.
A few squads of guards were still here and there on the upper levels, trying to stop them. But with the combined might of the two Sith they fell quickly. Their gear was decent, especially for a backwater like this, but they were no match against the power of the Dark Side. Eventually the two Sith and their posse came to a halt in front of two big doors blocking their way. Mid could sense the fear behind it. He holstered his lightsabre and took a step to the left of the doors. He motioned for Rowan to do the same, but to the right. This move cleared a path for the large group of angry mobsters behind them for what was about to happen.
Mid took a deep, solid stance and gathered the force in his hands. Knowing that Rowan would get the memo he continued to focus the force then hurled a powerful force-push against the door. His push would be strong enough to break the hinges, Rowan's would be strong enough to send it right through the room and knock down a bunch of the people inside. As soon as the door was down the mob charged in.
Inside was a big room with a massive, snazzy conference table in the middle. A squad of 12 troops were inside, taken by surprise by the door hurling towards them. 3 were knocked down while a bunch were disoriented. The leadership, consisting of 4 people, were cowering off to the side behind some desks and other things. The crowd of 36 or so civilians charged in, followed close behind by the two Sith. The civilians took the brunt of the guards' resistance with 8 falling almost immediately. Mid broke off to the left and while those guards were focused on the civilians, he would flank them and cleave through them. With everything going on the remaining guards were either incapacitated or killed, depending on who got to them.
Finally Mid turned his attention to the cowering officials. A sick chuckle erupted from him. Coupled with the blood spatter and scorch marks on his armour it was not the best sight to behold. "You stink of fear." he muttered at them. Before they could run, Mid grabbed one by the throat and lifted him off the ground. He held his lightsabre at the ready to hold the others at bay. "In the name of the Sith Empire, you have been found guilty...and condemned." he spoke proudly and coldly. The official was petrified and his face was blood red. "Th-this plan...planet isn't even s-s-sith t-territory?!" he sputtered as Mid held him off the ground by his throat.
Mid walked over to the balcony, motioning for both Rowan and the crowd to usher the other 3 towards the balcony as well. He held the man over the railing, the crowd underneath all seeing what was happening. His blank faceplate stared at the man who was clinging onto his arm for dear life with his weakening grip. "It is now." he spoke flatly. He pulled the man towards himself then hurled him through the air towards his death down below. 2 of the others were thrown over by what was left of the crowd and the last one was left to Rowan.
Their job was done. Ansion was theirs. A transmission was sent to the Empire and in less than an hour a shuttle with relief troops would come along with the imperial leadership in charge of getting the planet back on track. Medics would load the injured Gran up and both Mid and Rowan would be relieved and sent back to Korriban. Mid would offer Rowan a ride on his ship back to base and proceed to make his way back to the Scarlet Fever.
Today was interesting to say the least. Not everyday did the Pureblood get a chance to start a government-toppling riot. His droid took control of the ship and once again they were in hyperspace.
/End Thread
@Insalius @Pyrenees
Poor agent Bray was forced to stay behind, too badly injured to carry on the fight, but he did his job and he did it well. That's all that mattered. And when their mission was done he would be immediately shipped back to a SE medical facility. Rowan mentioned having grenades...then proceeded to voice the idea of destroying the tower. Mid turned his head to look at him, his shocked expression was hidden behind his helmet. "What the hell?! No, I don't think that would be necessary, jeez." he tried his best to stifle the disbelieved laugh in his voice.
As much fun as it would be, it would be too much of a hassle to send a simple message. Plus with the planet's infrastructure in ruins already, it leaves very little room to leave the presidential structure in ruins as well. "No, we just bust the doors down and get rid of the leadership. I would not mind bringing down the building with them in it but we're going to need this building. No need to weaken the planet's economy any further, anyway." he explained to the Sith as they walked.
A few squads of guards were still here and there on the upper levels, trying to stop them. But with the combined might of the two Sith they fell quickly. Their gear was decent, especially for a backwater like this, but they were no match against the power of the Dark Side. Eventually the two Sith and their posse came to a halt in front of two big doors blocking their way. Mid could sense the fear behind it. He holstered his lightsabre and took a step to the left of the doors. He motioned for Rowan to do the same, but to the right. This move cleared a path for the large group of angry mobsters behind them for what was about to happen.
Mid took a deep, solid stance and gathered the force in his hands. Knowing that Rowan would get the memo he continued to focus the force then hurled a powerful force-push against the door. His push would be strong enough to break the hinges, Rowan's would be strong enough to send it right through the room and knock down a bunch of the people inside. As soon as the door was down the mob charged in.
Inside was a big room with a massive, snazzy conference table in the middle. A squad of 12 troops were inside, taken by surprise by the door hurling towards them. 3 were knocked down while a bunch were disoriented. The leadership, consisting of 4 people, were cowering off to the side behind some desks and other things. The crowd of 36 or so civilians charged in, followed close behind by the two Sith. The civilians took the brunt of the guards' resistance with 8 falling almost immediately. Mid broke off to the left and while those guards were focused on the civilians, he would flank them and cleave through them. With everything going on the remaining guards were either incapacitated or killed, depending on who got to them.
Finally Mid turned his attention to the cowering officials. A sick chuckle erupted from him. Coupled with the blood spatter and scorch marks on his armour it was not the best sight to behold. "You stink of fear." he muttered at them. Before they could run, Mid grabbed one by the throat and lifted him off the ground. He held his lightsabre at the ready to hold the others at bay. "In the name of the Sith Empire, you have been found guilty...and condemned." he spoke proudly and coldly. The official was petrified and his face was blood red. "Th-this plan...planet isn't even s-s-sith t-territory?!" he sputtered as Mid held him off the ground by his throat.
Mid walked over to the balcony, motioning for both Rowan and the crowd to usher the other 3 towards the balcony as well. He held the man over the railing, the crowd underneath all seeing what was happening. His blank faceplate stared at the man who was clinging onto his arm for dear life with his weakening grip. "It is now." he spoke flatly. He pulled the man towards himself then hurled him through the air towards his death down below. 2 of the others were thrown over by what was left of the crowd and the last one was left to Rowan.
Their job was done. Ansion was theirs. A transmission was sent to the Empire and in less than an hour a shuttle with relief troops would come along with the imperial leadership in charge of getting the planet back on track. Medics would load the injured Gran up and both Mid and Rowan would be relieved and sent back to Korriban. Mid would offer Rowan a ride on his ship back to base and proceed to make his way back to the Scarlet Fever.
Today was interesting to say the least. Not everyday did the Pureblood get a chance to start a government-toppling riot. His droid took control of the ship and once again they were in hyperspace.
/End Thread
@Insalius @Pyrenees
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