Beautiful Chaos!

[Twisted Reality]

Coruscant, filled with such Beautiful Chaos. The fear of the masses was Palpable, he could almost taste it through his Helmets air filters. The battle had been long and with the Victory over the Jedi at the main gates. Drakus felt invigorated, so he fought on slaying many more of the GA's defense force. But now was not the time, there was a break in the fighting for Drakus as he made his way towards the Congress hall. Duel Cyan blades alight as he walked, the darkside was winning and he could feel it. The cries though the force has lives were snuffed out, didn't matter if it was by blaster and Slug thrower. Or lightsaber, as he made his way to the congress hall a Single armored figure came into sight.

The Dark Lord of the sith, and Drakus deactivated his lightsabers but kept them in hand encase the battle found them again. In the midst of a battlefield things can always change. He came to a stop after approaching and offered a deep bow.

"My lord, the Jedi temple's main gates have fallen and those Jedi inside the temple will not escape that way. We've brought the entrance down. Three Jedi have escaped us, while another has thrown his life away for their foolish and cowardly Ideals."

A simple report, from the former Jedi turned Sith. His third victory in a row, on Tython he destroyed their ancient Forge, and Teta he forced the Jedi to retreat from the sage halls and gave the fleet overhead the Beacon to destroy it after everything left behind was searched. And now on Coruscant his home world he struck a blow against his former comrades. Hopefully he his name had reached the ears of the dark lord, being the former apprentice of the Dark council's high assassin. The young Sith Master and juggernaut awaited the Dark lords words as he look at him from the eyes of his armor's helmet.

The battle has taken a toll on the armor, carbon scorching and scratches littered the armor. Thankful for the fact that he made the armor plating out of Cortosis woven Durasteel. So it gave him some protection from energy weapons. But this armor is just about had it, the scaring on the helmet was proof enough. It was about time for him to make a new set.

 

[Rom]

Darth Vereor held his own sabers casually at his side with his tattered cloak billowing out behind him in the wind from the growing storm, his head sweeping along the lines of men and women as he moved easily through the hectic battlefield, the Senate District burning behind him as he left Sigur dead and alone in the halls of tainted democracy. All around him the Soldiers of the Imperium surged forward, calmly tossing grenades over hastily made fortifications and sweeping through with deadly precision to eradicate the Alliance soldiers from the plaza. His heart burned with barely contained blood-lust, the desire to charge into battle alongside his soldiers as he once had nearly overpowering him... but he was soon needed in the Temple district, and his duty there was far more important than any personal desire for bloodshed. Still, it warmed his blackened heart to see the soldiers he trained and sweat and bled with making such fantastic progress against the enemy in a combat situation such as this one.

Turning the cold metal mask towards the approaching Sith, the Dark Lord cocked his head to the side in a clear reptilian expression of thought, mentally running through the catalog of Sith he considered both powerful and useful... it was a very short list. This young man was one of their younger Masters, a former Jedi who had acquitted himself within the Sith and rose to the designation of Sith Juggernaut. The mask slid back with a hiss of decompressing air, revealing black scales and sanguine eyes glowing with suppressed power on the Barabel's face. Vereor silently regarded the Sith Master before him as he gave his report, nodding to show his satisfaction of the action at the Jedi Temple before turning away to regard the shifting battle-lines before them as the Alliance soldiers moved to make a push through the Sith lines. It seemed an opportunity had arisen, something to be handled before he was called away.

Rolling his shoulders to relax the tense muscles beneath his scales and armor, the Barabel extinguished his lightsabers and placed them lightly at his belt before reaching up with one clawed hand and removing a hand-and a-half sword from it's sheath across his back, the dark metal glinting in the fiery light behind them. Purple and black sparks of energy began to climb the blade, revealing it to be one of the Sith Swords of old. As he began to speak, the Dark Lord began to slowly walk towards the distant advancement, his soft hissing voice carrying over the sound of explosions and screams as he beckoned the young master to follow him.

"Interesting... that rather than the words of my Lords, this one haz found that the succezz haz been noted by two of our youngest Masters.... Curiouzer and curiouzer. Tell this one Drakus, what of the soldierz. The men and women who fight and die under our banner. Do you believe them to be beneath you simply because of their force-blindnezz?"

 

[Twisted Reality]

Drakus nodded a little bit, and reached up breaking the seal of his armor so he could separate the helmet and pull it off. Clipping it to his belt, Drakus listened and followed the dark lord. Looking at the Sith sword, Drakus himself was not a fan of the normal bladed weapons. He preferred lightsabers, because they could be deactivated and reactivated quickly to get in tight defenses. Drakus just activated the lightsabers, and faced the advance beside the Dark lord. But when the dark lord presented his question, Drakus just shook his head.

"No My lord, they are the back bone of our military. I have seen them in action, they get things done without the force. As Sith, we are feared because of what we can do with the force. But i Believe our soldiers should be equally as feared, because they can do similar feats of destruction without it. "

Drakus' Cyan blades hummed idly as a breeze picked up his tattered cloak. He unhooked his helmet, and slipped it back up on and closed the seal. Taking a deep breath through the air filters. The smoke that covered the distract was almost choking, so it was nice to breath in fresh air.

"I look forward to fighting beside them, in future campaigns. And if my Destiny is to raise higher then i already am. One day leading them."

Drakus was a simple man, he fought for the Empire, The Dark Lord, and the Empress herself. Not for personal gain, or position. If a position or advancement comes from it, then it is just a bonus. Drakus was at home in conflict, be it a Massive battle or a simple one on one, or two on one duel or skirmish.

"If i can say so My lord, if you bring our right Flank around. You can cut off their advance, separate them form their line and get them in a cross fire. We may lose a few, but they will be cut off and surrounded."

A simple observation, or they could just deal with the advancement on their own. Either way, Drakus was more then willing to lend assistance. Being a Master of telekenisis, and many of powers under that umbrella. It shouldn't be too hard to deal with the GA soldiers that still resisted them. He had to give them one thing, even on the brink of defeat they still fight a losing fight. Determination on that scale, was worthy of a quick death. It was the Jedi that he wanted to see suffer, a Jedi's death will not be as quick when he got his hands on them. For their betrayal.